*ting*ting*ting
As Lord Sinor kept working on the arrowheads Meiva continued attaching them with a body. Her hands were working automatically as her thoughts were away with Gwaeth-en-Cuvallorn, order of the arrow. It was long passed since they mustered in the ruins of Echad Candelleth, the last time she had seen her fellows together. The flow of her thoughts changed direction to the recent news about the rallying Dunlendings in the east which she wouldn’t believe their numbers if it wasn’t her own eyes …
“Ah…” she whine softly as one of the sharp arrowhead leaves a thin red scratch on her finger.
Lord Sinor turned his looks over her “Why don’t you go and rest a bit Hiril? You were awake all night long” along the line the clear sound of the silver horn rose up and echoed over the camp. Meiva smiled slightly like the call was an answer for him. They just exchanged an understanding look and the huntress straightened herself up thinking “Now time for me to greet the new dawn”
