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As Laurelin's eyes grazed to peak through the shaded trees around her. As her small hand patted the horse upon it's neck, twirling the bits of mane around her fingers and simply listened to the wind. Smiled softly as Nuri shuffled nicely back upon her shoulder. Running a smooth little stroke under the eagle's chin. When she needed someone to talk to, it always seemed Nuri was right there when she needed it. Friends for so many years, Laurelin didn't know what life would be like without her company. She bore pants of a more natural range of colours which helped the blending into the forest whilst she hunt and just easier to move around with. A fitted top to match with some skin showing. Laurelin's golden locks tangled around her shoulders and back. As she gripped the mane a little more, came a scuffle just close by and Laurelin was surprised she hadn't picked up on it sooner.

As if out of the abyss of the forest came out a man, a little out of breath and rather calm voice. Her brown eyes looked to him as she motioned a little abrasive as he motioned towards her, before her eyes motioned to the horse she was sitting upon as the man spoke of his claim. So he had a rider? Laurelin rang through her mind then why did the horse come with her with little encouragement. Although as she pondered the thought could feel a slight motion of the horse, the perk of it's ears at it's rider. Friendly perhaps? That was keen thing to admire, as Nuri now scuffled a little more upon her shoulder. A little on alert of the new stranger. Laurelin couldn't help the kind look in the man's eye, there was a hint of strength as well and she felt his need for his horse. Maybe he shouldn't of fallen behind. Or perhaps shouldn't of fallen a sleep. "Your horse? I did not know this was 'your' horse. I don't see any names on him... You sure this is your horse?" Laurelin was more teasing him now at his notion it was his horse as she motioned to look around at the animal, not seeing any name or claim upon his flesh. Failing to see the proof of purchase, she smiled softly.

The horse then crept a little underneath her towards the man, in which Laurelin knew she could so easily take the horse, but not without giving the horse a fabled chance if it did wish to live freely. For Laurelin was envisioning stone walls where this horse must spend a lot of the time in and Laurelin couldn't live like that. Any step inside was one step quicker she wished to leave it. Laurelin smiled softly with the gentle stroke upon the horse as it made to nuzzle the man's hand. "To be fair he found us. If he was yours. May I ask how you came to lose him? If you would like to take him back, then join us. Maybe a little freedom will do you both some good." Laurelin spoke softly now with her spanish accent as she lightly told him that in fact the horse had found them as her eyes looked gently down upon him and asked how he came to lose him, especially if he valued him. As her eyes looked upon the man as she wondered why he was out here and alone. He wasn't a gypsy. Maybe to see the world. Even for a moment. That Laurelin could lend aid at, if he wanted some freedom which she felt also from the horse, she she offered as she patted a seat behind her. As being a tiny woman upon the muscular stallion, there was plenty of room. Including Nuri, who he may have to watch out not to offend by accidentally rustling her feathers. "I'm Laurelin... What's yours?" She then asked kindly, feeling the breeze gently brush by and carried the sound of water. Soon. Maybe if this man was up for a little cat mouse in the forest. Eat a little something before she sunk in the depth of the water.

Laurelin etched her eyes back up at the moon. All around them was blackened. Everything that was supposed to matter just wasn't there. She fell into the place with Oliver. She felt the warm thud of her heart as if it was settling back home. For now it was happy to have returned. Although the faint rustling of the trees, Laurelin knew there was a call looming. She just couldn't stay here forever. Unlike Oliver she didn't care for shackles to the material world. What she saw through the kingdom was stone rocks. Wood. Abled to be burnt and melted into nothiningness. This just wasn't what home meant to her. It was destroyable. As she herself warm up with his arms, this was what home meant to Laurelin. That and the land. There maybe a time she never sees Oliver again, in which she tried not to think, but she would always have the memories. He would live forever. They would live forever in the wind. As which Laurelin rolled her eyes with this spiritual thoughts. In the end Laurelin just followed her heart and sometimes her heart made a mistake. Laurelin was strong enough to pick herself up. The true miracle was life.

"Your inviting me into your closet?" Laurelin asked with the raise of her brow with a playful smile as her cheeks blushed as he continued to warm her with the coat he had on now, she rather liked the idea. "Might have to be careful not to fall in the colossal scale of it, I might have to hunt you down." Laurelin remarked at the size and the possible losing of Oliver. It was well, maybe more normal sized closet, but then Laurelin just isn't around many. So it was huge to her. She did remember falling in it when she was younger and it took forever for him to pull her back out. She half remembered he tripped and fell upon her. She softly laughed at the thought with a gentle shake of her head *kids*. She was thankful he wasn't heavy. She gently tapped his belly as she turned to him now. He was still not overly heavy. 'OH' Laurelin gasped amusingly as he gripped her hand before she could pull his hair. So he still remembered how to play rough? Laurelin could make him cry mercy tonight, but considering she could easily get that at the poke of his wound. It lost its appeal. Well? Laurelin rethought that. Laurelin stopped her hand as Oliver spoke. She listened intensely as she was taking what he said as facts. Really he could get her to believe a lot of things. She laughed at his remark and smiled. She would behave. Her hand then pulled a strand of her own from her head and offered to him. "Here. Just incase you do lose it, you have a replacement... I also love your gold locks. You'd still look handsome with all silver."

For that moment she felt Oliver pull away in his implications. She felt at ease as he came to make up for it. Laurelin knew she had read into it more than she should have, things were tough on him and he didn't realise how his words sounded. Didn't realise what they could possibly mean, but he was realising maybe now he wasn't sounding himself. Laurelin looked at him side wards. Realising just how much he was maybe carrying. Maybe he had been more trying to convince himself in his words than trying to convince Laurelin. In that moment came realisation to her. "I know, Oliver!" Laurelin responded softly in tone to him with a hand to his cheek and a smile that she believed him now. She had mistook his meaning and for a moment didn't know Oliver. Now he was coming back to her. Her eyes dead in his as she knew he felt bad for having hurt her. He always feared doing it ever since. Really ever since she met him, so she knew when she mistook his words, it was maybe a little over the top on her part, but she didn't like the feeling Oliver was forcing himself to drift apart. As she looked into his eyes now, she knew that's not what he wanted. He saved her more than he ever hurt her. Everytime he hurt her, it only made her love him more. Because moments came when he showed he really cared and they were even more precious. He was her best friend. Her brother. Her family. She would always forgive him, but she would also be honest to him and tell him how it is. As he would do to her. "I'm not sure its about forgiving him. I just don't trust him. I just don't see remorse in his heart. He hurt you. He hurt us. Because of him, he not only changed us. He stole from me. Something I cannot get back."

Laurelin pained at his words. She knew he had always felt a little like an outsider in his world, it was half the enjoyment together for him. She just never knew he was in this much pain. Laurelin had lived through it and felt the pain daily. She didn't know Oliver did as well. He had to watch it unfold unable to fully help her when she had fallen to pieces. She had spent the years sewing them back together. She did still have her spirit. It was half down to Oliver and mostly down to herself. She was stronger than she knew then. Now she wished she could simply offer Oliver what he wanted. He was free. He just didn't know it. If he really wanted to leave this behind he could. There was no real shackles pinning him down, save himself. Then in the end he was also staying for his family, which she understood, she just didn't favour watching him being swallowed. "I never knew Oliver... Your not stuck, if you really wanted out you could. But I know you won't, because your scared Oliver. That's ok. Its alright to be scared. For all the bad there is for you here. There is some goodness, it half made you who you are Oliver... I can only imagine when he has that power. The lengths he will go... My main fear is for you Oliver. I tell you, he best stay clear of me. As you said I am not a child" Laurelin spoke truths with Oliver. From her heart. He was opening his right now and she was admiring him for it. He was opening up. She wanted to make it ok for him, but there was little she could do. He would leave Mercia, even though she knew he wouldn't regret it in the long run. He would to begin with, but he was afraid. There was good here. As it made him. He was Mercia in some way, but he also held the world in his eyes. He was meant for this world, not locked up living someone else's life. She then expressed her other thoughts about Edmund. She was now forming the protection as she spoke it was probably best they don't meet. For Laurelin had plenty of years built up to really go at him. She then remarked him saying she wasn't a child as a sort of light hearted way of saying it as she also meant it.

Laurelin then beamed with iridescent light as he took her hands and kissed them. Felt her heart thud in crazy butterflies. As they bubbled into tears and laughter. She didn't like fighting with him any more than he did. The moment he said sorry flooded her. It was all he needed to say. His actions were so beautiful, she truly had missed him. She let out a giggle with a happy smile. He may have hurt her, but he sure knew how to make up for it and no one could make her smile as he did. As motioned closer to him, her hand upon his cheek leading her back into his arms. Her cheek upon his own and her hand upon his neck. Closed her eyes as the tears leaked out and rolled down her smile. "Already forgiven... I'm here Oliver, I didn't know... You don't have to be always strong. If you need to fall apart, I am here to catch you... If you can only escape for a moment, then let's lose ourselves. In me Oliver you have a home as well, when ever you need it. I am your shelter... Shhh, I am here." Laurelin spoke softly with a smile as he was pouring himself out now. She was here for him as she held him tightly. She didn't believe he was doomed. If he was unhappy, he just had to change it. She felt in his words, his actions it was weighing him down. He didn't have to try and bottle it up for her. They may spend time having fun, but they were always here for one another. To fall and be caught. If he was only see glimpses he could be reminded of who he was, when he was with Laurelin. Then it was best they enjoyed what they could.... Although she still couldn't see why he couldn't escape still even for a couple of days. Perhaps getting away would help, but again he was afraid. She let go all that had transpired moments ago and was simply here with him.

"Somehow I don't believe you" Laurelin remarked as she buried her face as Oliver again said it was an accident. She just was failing to believe it, but with her tone, she accepted it, it was maybe mostly in her state of mind.

"Then I am afraid for you, Oliver. I will lose you forever... If he commanded you do what he commanded happen to me. Would you do it? Would you be able to look me in the eye afterwards and be proud of it? If you don't feel its right, then there is a reason for that, Oliver. Its one thing to betray you best friend, it is another thing entirely to betray yourself..." Laurelin then pulled back as she looked up at him. Her hand upon his heart. As the thought almost made her mournful. She had to turn away from him, she couldn't believe he would sink that low for someone else's greed. That he would turn away from his own inner voice. Perhaps she needed more than Nuri to keep an eye on him. She was half concerned to learn Oliver had been sliced to death in his sleep, but perhaps she was again over thinking it. She then moved away from him. Sank to the step of the Gazebo and leaned on the rail. For this would be all she had if Oliver not only turned away from her, but from himself. She then let out a deep saddened shy and wept at the thought.

With the slight dancing of her toes which belatedly was probably only causing them to get colder and the slight chattering of her teeth. As she patiently waited for the descend of Oliver. She heard the voice of Nuri before the eagle took flight to land upon her arm. Bringing a friendly smile as she could tell in her eye that Oliver had indeed answered the call. Her eyes gazing up for there was a good chance he was watching her now. Was he planning to jump her? Unlike him she hadn't grown so much, she was well tiny still. Although she half believed down to her lent him to have a rather gentle touch. Well, with that she reframed that thought with a blush, but she had nothing than Nuri to know none the wiser. With a gentle stroke under the eagle's neck and the smile in her eyes. She let Nuri fly off within the night. As now was the waiting. Deciding if she was best to be prepared, but little good that will do until she landed on her mark. As with one hand she hugged the coat a little tighter. Feeling the rise in her chest breathe just a little warmer, but it still didn't help the chill of her toes. Then even in a blizzard she would risk it all. As she motioned down. Her hand feeling the subtle rocks beneath her fingers. Feeling the cold snap that had taken the kingdom this night, sending bits of frost at its wake. As she fiddled with the small rocks and dirt in her palm. To help her cause. Though as she motioned for her aim, something jolted her reflexes and caused the rocks half landing on herself instead. Dirt sprinkled upon her coat.

In other circumstances she probably be peeved he was getting her off guard again. Ok maybe a little. As she turned back to where she had left. Letting out a laugh caught in her breath. Wondering how she was already forgiving him as he smugly rested on the post. She half looked around and back to his window. How in the world did he sneak passed her? Perhaps he lied to her. That he did have wings. Frowned in play as it would make the distance a whole lot easier. Then when was anything about Oliver ever truly easy. As she then motioned back to the gazebo, back to Oliver. 'You called?' As if out of everything she got simply labeled a sheep, she smiled as she eyed his fancy woollen coat. She was sure she could warm someone up, if not herself. As she then quickened her pace to best be rid of her frost chill at her feet. Quite sure he was even more amused. With the same time, she wasn't out to be lent a hand. Although she would have hard trouble saying no. When did one learn that word? Whether to say it let alone heed its meaning. As she then reached the first step, it was rather like coming home.

"Well aren't you looking all smug, still a pleasant surprise as always... Ahhhh man, you made me miss my target."

Laurelin beamed to Oliver as she stepped on to the Gazebo, meeting him where he leant against the railing. Not that she was pointing out the obvious as she then smiled friendlier. Despite he nearly made her lose her skin, she was pleased he had answered. In well, Oliver fashion. She motioned next to him. Hmmm, feeling the faint brush of his wool. As her brown eyes looked up at him with a faint rest of her head upon his arm. Whispering 'home'. Then retreated as she felt the heaviness on her own coat where the dirt had scattered upon her coat. As she motioned to brush it off, she was amusingly complaining. He knew her well that a little dirt and rocks wouldn't dint her. Nor was she so easily hurt. As she fiddled with the remaining dirt on her coat felt the easing as she stood close to him. She smiled as he teased her about sneaking out. As she did one last brush of her coat. Before hugging it a little more. As she looked up at him amused by his words. How did he do it? Where she felt there had been something wrong and yet he made out as if nothing really changed? Though with the even slight shuffle in his step, much had changed.

"*¿Estás diciendo que soy viejo, Oliver? Your older than me and yet, I'm the one usually doing the kidnapping... You know if you don't want to sneak out, you can always invite me in. Well, then where's the fun in that."

Laurelin teased him back as if she jokingly accused him calling her old in her spanish tongue as she lent on him again playfully. Teased he was older and yet well he did have moments still in his youth. Although she had seen him behave in ways children never do. Her tiny hand held his arm feeling the warmth in the wool as she spoke light heartedly as her voice softened. Her eyes traced the outline of the moon. Before retreating her eyes down. As looked almost sad. He maybe charming enough, but he couldn't avoid her.

"What happened, Oliver? I was concerned when Nuri came back to me all flustered a little while ago, so I know Nuri saw something."

Her throat caught a little dry asked. As she felt the tug at her heart trying not to show to much concern, but she failed badly when it dealt with her best friend. Either he was downplaying so to avoid, or it wasn't as bad as she imagined. Either way it was the not knowing that toyed at her. Relieved she was here now.

The centre of her heart ached so badly. Her mind was in no way seeking sense. Her eyes merely sort Oliver. She felt the thudding of her heart as his eyes looked upon her face. Looked into his eyes, it made her weep and her head drop. For he was the choice she made. It was the right choice, but it meant she gave up a lot as well. Despite the pain in coursed for so much to lose, she just couldn't lose Oliver. The moment he took her hand sent her into a wave of emotions. Begging to pull him in and never let go of him. Hold on to him. Make him hold on to her. She could feel from the emotions on his own face. This gentle desire to care for her. He needed her. Whether he'd ever speak it. He needed her. In ways she needed him. She most defiantly needed him now. With the look and the hold of her hand. She could feel he was no where else, than here. It caused a sweet sensation through her body. This devotion, she just couldn't live without it. She couldn't live without him. Not if it meant never seeing him look upon her in such a way. When his hands reached out to need her. How would she know across the water? How would she know he'd remember her? Her head fell down in her hands. How could she ever forget him? She shook her head. She wouldn't forget him, but with every chance had she had gone it would have happened. That she just couldn't face.

Her entire body ran of a mixed sensation as he took her in his arms. It was warm and it was home. Oh, it was home. As Laurelin held on to him as tight as she could. Curled up to him. Embedded herself within him. Needing to feel she was a part of him and yet, it didn't feel it was ever close enough. Her head fell heavy upon his shoulder, in the curve of his neck. She could smell how warm and inviting he was. It was a comforting smell and very soothing. Her legs still balled up, but rested upon his own. Her hands curled up between their chests. Her right hand ran across his chest, pulling him and herself closer. Cuddled as well as she could. Felt the caress of his hand upon her hair, she lifted her face for a moment as her eyes looked to his own as Oliver spoke. Believing them from how he looked upon her. She never desired a promise so much, but in this she wished. In this she believed. It was all he needed to say. It was all he need to do. Was be here. To be there for her. She wanted to remain beside him, possibly forever. She never was one to seek such a thing, but she could stop herself now. He was her other half. The piece that made her soul complete. Her hand moved from his chest and ran up to his cheek. Felt it pull him in closer. Felt the pure love within his skin. There was nothing in this man, she could ever fault. He was all she ever needed. Even the flaws she admired. As her eyes sprang these new tears, her lips smiled faintly as she saw him. Looking down upon her, she never wanted to forget this. She never wanted him to stop looking at her in such a way. Felt the drawing of her heart leap over bounds in all kinds of directions. Just any directions that led to Oliver. Not away. No never away. He was beautiful. There were so many things working around, but this was why she stayed. As her hand caressed his cheek. Felt how amazing he truly was. Her eyes fluttered in between glances, felt his drawing her in. Her lips smiled, before she took the courage to look away. Returning her head upon his shoulder. Her hand ran down his cheek back to his chest. Her hand felt the thudding of his heart. While her ear heard it in the curve of his neck. Closing her eyes as the tears fell down her cheeks and she simply fell within this moment. Falling within him and for once needing to be the one that needed to be caught. Oh and he was here. As she felt the rise and fall of her breath. The thudding of his heart was bringing so much peace. It was painful to look away from his eyes, but it was worth it to feel his heart. Beating now for her.

"I'm glad as well. I've never needed you more, than I do now. I just wish to remain here and never let you go."

Laurelin's eyes opened to see nothing. It was all black and it was all blurry. As her voice spoke in much of a soft whisper to his words. Feeling the embrace around her keeping her together. Smiled softly at how homely it was. How quiet and soothing it was. Allowing her heart to crumble as it wished. Helped ease the pain as it came at her in shot after shot. Otherwise she'd half expect she'd b upon this rock in million of pieces with no hell in putting them together. Though with Oliver here, she could feel him keeping these pieces in place and held on to those that couldn't help than to fall away, saving them for later when she could take them back. She was trying to settle in a more settled pace. She wanted to try and deal with this. Only she had no clue how to. She was just glad she wasn't alone. Laurelin ached in pain as Oliver pulled away to give her a look as she tagged him. Perhaps he was serious. Perhaps she had underrated his devotion. He didn't wish for her to try and make it better or figure it out. He seemed to want to do it himself. Let her fall and keep falling, knowing he was there to catch her. That she didn't need to fear these places Laureling felt in the deep corners of her mind, thinking she could never return from, but with the firm touch under her hand. She knew he was here to bring her back. He saw a young girl, needing to be loved. To be taken care of. In need of him. She was in ways still at the brink of being a woman and now with the world at her feet. So easily she could trip and fall. It was scary. It was overwhelming. She barely knew whether she was ready but it was that thing, she wasn't sure she'd ever be ready for this.

Felt the gentle thumb upon her cheek catching her tears. She couldn't help than to smile. For Oliver was here. It caused more tears to flow. So many mixed tears it was hard to balance it all, but she wanted to feel all she could for Oliver. She could see now he was ready for her to fall. It sparked something as he touched her skin. Set her heart to thudded and weep. His words set a few things within her. She had just made this choice and he sort to tell her it had been wrong. She should of left. It caused more tears. As it only set to make it worse. As she knew she made the right choice, but still that second thought not really believing it. Her mouth set out dry as she couldn't help than to burst out as he said she should have gone. There was a part that agreed, though a part just, well it was too late and no she shouldn't of. The confusion. Only thing not confusing was Oliver. With the small burst, it settled a little as her hand moved for her tears. So not to bubble to much in the mess. As she turned her head upwards. He really didn't know. She couldn't half blame him for not knowing. Somewhere within in this hold and in his eyes, she felt he knew. He was just not paying attention towards it. Had she had told him before she had decided and allowed him to help her choose. She knew he would have said the same. To go with her parents, whether it was truly in his heart or not. When in truth Laurelin would have wanted him to beg her to stay. He didn't need to speak it. She knew he needed her.

"I also need you, Oliver... I... I couldn't leave you. The thought of losing my parents breaks my heart, but the thought of walking away from all this, shatters me completely. I fell in love with that boy below the hill. How could I ever turn away from him? Does he not need me? Would he truly have me set sail without a second thought? I couldn't face missing you that much."

Laurelin's voice remained soft as she spoke of needing him. She couldn't leave him. She couldn't lose Oliver for good. Let him know the reason for her choosing. Her eyes softened as she looked up at him. Her lips smiled faintly as she remembered when she found him. As her hand moved to his face, her fingers brushing the hair away from his face. As he was looking down upon her. As she spoke of this boy, who she saw looking back at her still. Couldn't help through her heart breaking and her tears. She couldn't help the faint smiles, her heart trying to thud. She couldn't help the falling in love as much as she couldn't help the falling apart. Did he truly wish her to sail away? From the embrace around her, she begged this to be her answer. Could he live without her? Her eyes squinted, it brought tears at such a thought if could. For she could not. She wouldn't and couldn't have missed him to that extent, and live to tell the tale of it. She'd much rather to jump of this cliff minus the water below, than to face this world without him, than to break his heart and cause him to miss her.

Her eyes ran over him in wonder at his chuckle. Moving her head a little to the side and her eyes squinted. Trying to figure this man out. Before escaping her own faint laugh as her eyes dropped for a moment. He was the more timid kind, which Laurelin always knew wasn't a bad thing. It only meant when they had something to say it was important and something special would be at the end of it. Her words had caused him to maybe blush a little. All Laurelin could do was smile. She didn't see this as a bad thing, it was rather quite well him. She liked it. It meant he was like a flower that slowly opened, so Laurelin was left seeing each petal in all its glory. It may take a little extra time, but it would be worth it in the end. Because she would then see him. The gift that he could quite be.

All she could do was look up at him with a wandering gaze. As he soaked up her last words. Although he was still rather something with the wet clothes on. She smiled as he worked up his words. Not smiling so much to make him more uncomfortable, but to feel more secure with her. He had risked his life, he was entitled to be himself before her however much he wished to show. Though she couldn't deny would have been a pleasing sight to be seen, but then it was maybe like the petals he had inside. Just go slowly. She couldn't help smiling at the fact for some reason she woke to him. Perhaps she was still dreaming. It would make sense, generally this sight doesn't come out of the water and create such a movement. Or well lack of movement. Laurelin slightly blushed, she wasn't about to move off so quickly. Not from this sight. All she could do was see him. Who ever he was?

"Of course, but you would not offend me if you change your mind... The sun does seem to be lovely today, don't you think?"

Laurelin agreed with him, though assured him the offer was always there. Trying not to sound she had her eyes at the ready if he did change his mind, Laurelin blushed. Maybe a tad. Mentioning the fine sun as he spoke of drying off. It was a beautiful sunny morning. So perhaps he was right. As Laurelin leaned back her hands catching behind as her head leaned back and embraced the sun over her own wet skin. This was much better on bare skin, but she wasn't so sure he was even ready for her to take her clothes off let alone his own. As her lips smiled at the thought. Smirked a little as she was sure she'd barely get words out then. Then he moved lower to the ground and Laurelin's heart raced. Her head came to look upon him. She hadn't expected the movement, but she sure wasn't complaining. All Laurelin could do was keep looking. Causing her only little rush of tingles. She was getting the feeling she was not someone he probably met before. Laurelin smiled as she wanted to know who were these people that seemed so in line. Whatever the reason she quite liked him. She found it easy enough to talk given a right reason to. He had risked his life when he didn't need to, he was rather gentle and yet as her eyes ran over his arms was strong. Though watching him as he was amused by her words and even her actions. She could see a hint of something else inside. She wasn't so sure he was so much hiding, just cautious. Felt her toes curl within his boots. As if she could feel that bit closer since wearing something that belonged to him. As her eyes kept upon him unable to stop it. As her hand toyed at her hair in twirls with a simple smile as she didn't want him to stop whatever he was doing. She liked his smile and she liked his laugh. It was rather infectious. Her heart thudded with his name now at her ears. Which a huge grin soon fled her mouth. She suddenly felt he was defiantly a friend now. As her lips turned into a more simple yet pleased smile. As he then spoke her own name, which just sounded somewhat different from his mouth. Just very sweet. As her eyes shone from his words. As she motioned in a more easier seating so she could reach for his hand without hesitation. Feeling her tiny hand being lost in his rather oversized hand, caused a rush in her body. Sure he felt it escape up her arm and fly to her cheeks. Her eyes was able to see his own closer, his smile. Yeah, this was defiantly not a dream. She could feel him now. If these hands had caught her, she wouldn't of complained. She was almost tempted to re-enact so he could. Smiling softly as she wouldn't do that to him.

Laurelin soon forgot her hand, simply whenever he wished to let go as she was in no hurry to take it back. She smiled as he seemed unsure again by her words. There was a good chance he was catching her now, who knows? She couldn't play to much on whether she would have had any chance to meet him other than him rescuing her or well attempting to. Would he have paid her attention anyways? It was not in her to dwell on such things. She was with him now. In ways of being caught up. Causing him to wonder why she asked such things. Why she offered such a glance? Because she liked him. She hardly knew why, but she did. Save he was the reason. She tilted her head again as asked her these things about her health. Knowing there was really nothing wrong, but still it was this notion she was liking. With this all he wasn't aiming to head off just yet, so there was something here he liked, maybe? Laurelin smiled and motioned her hands to his boot and removed one. Where her foot she had cut. It wasn't bad, but she wasn't giving up the chance for him to attend to it. Not with those hands.

"The pleasure is mine, Percival. Did you come out here to runaway? I can lend aid in that... I am mostly unharmed I believe. Though I did step on that rock over there. If you care to slay the rock and make the pain go away, I won't object... I do believe the rest of me is ok, but if you wanna make sure go ahead. Actually I think my back is a little sore... Though then what about you? Are you hurt? I can lend aid if you like."

Laurelin responded pleasantly. Liked the feel of his name upon her spanish tongue. She sure repeated it over in her head. She couldn't help but wonder why he was out here. He didn't seem the gypsy type or one that lingered out for too long. Not that she was calling him scared. Laurelin put out her foot where there a small drop of blood on her heel. It barely hurt, but she wasn't about to miss this chance. Laurelin was least light hearted about it as she pointed to the rock which caused it. She would be interested to see if he aids at her foot. She didn't feel sore anywhere else, but when she said that she knew she needed to extend a little hope. Not entirely bluffing as her hand motioned to her back. She then realised he had risked his life. As Laurelin then motioned on her hands and crawled a little towards him. As she motioned her hands to check he was unarmed. Perhaps his shoulders. As her hand then moved to his upper arm. His muscle. Her hand wished to remain here for a little while.

"WOW!"

Laurelin only managed to express. It really just slipped out and she retreated her glance and stare of his muscle. As her hand motioned at how impressive it was. Coyly slightly realising how uncomfortable this may be for him. Laurelin smiled softly, but she wasn't about to forget that. Though she was liking this extra closeness. She remained her hand upon his arm just lightly. She couldn't manage to completely lose it. As she flinched at her foot being bumped upon her other one with the boot. She very much despite that accident rather loved his boots. They felt much like his hands upon her own. Like a nice warm hug, but they weren't something she'd easily walk in. It was so beautiful as he sort to fix this. Even if she hadn't had shoes before. She just looked at him in awe for some moments. She had hardly expected it to have come out of his mouth. She tilted her head. How many petals was that? It was very endearing either way. The main thing that rang in her mind was it meant he was coming with her. Though smiled for she wasn't sure she's ever had such an offer.

"I've never had shoes before. I don't know what to say. I wow, nor have such an offer to steal them for me. I cannot say no to such an offer if you wish to give it. Are you hungry? I've not eaten yet, would you want to hunt first or after? I will miss your boots, but they belong to you... Gracias, Percival."

Laurelin expressed to him shoes just wasn't a part of her life. She had survived this long with out them, proving she hadn't needed them, but she was just overly touched that he offered. It seemed so odd and foreign to her. If he's offering she figured it worth a shot. Especially if its Percival's doing. Though really any excuse to have him not leave so quickly she was up for. As she smiled. Her hand lingering to touch him and just feel in his presence. She would be rather content to just stay here and oh, enjoy the sunshine. Then her stomach talked. She had forgotten to eat since she had just woken up not many moments ago. Laurelin asked kindly assuming as hunting was the norm for her in ways of food. Though these talks of these new shoes. Meant the giving up of his boots. As her hands motioned reluctantly to remove the other one. She couldn't really use them, but she sure like the feeling of her toes inside them. He need them. His feet weren't as tough as hers. She put it down to. As with a bright smile with her cheeks pink. Handed his boots back to him. As her eyes sort to his that were so close and yet so far away. Then she thanked him kindly in her tongue. For the boots, for the new shoes and for everything else. That he merely did not have to do, but did it anyways. Whom made it almost impossible for her to put her eyes anywhere else.

The rhythm was sent coursing through the tavern, through the night. A place that was almost in its own little world for a short moment in time. That most will forget when their heads come back around by morning. It caused her hips to sway to the beat of the cultural music that seemed so much like breathing. As it was something her kind did. Made music, sang and danced. Tell stories. They were a creative bunch always having a need to express themselves how ever way it could be. For Laurelin. It was in moments like these. Where the music fled through her veins. Sang to her heart and caused it to beat harder. Her moves weren't overly planned. It was mere feel and sway of the music within that drove her. Her eyes rang over the people. Not seeing a face she knew. Which didn't scare her so much. They generally were entertained or to invested in their drinks. Laurelin could be forgiven that her eyes did not take heed that she didn't see one face she did know. As her hair caught around her eyes unable to spot him so easily. Flipped her hair before a turn of her seductive sway of her hips. The energetic roll of her torso. As moved through the music. Her spanish heart leading her through it all before her last move of her hips. That never lie. Her hands pushing away from her chest as her hips worked at the beat of the drums. As her tongue rolled around the 'Ratata'. Worked herself up, not overly worn out. Just more pumped if anything. Exhilarated.

So she motioned to a seat at the bar. Soaking in the room. Letting her heart settle and catch her breath. Crossed her rather bare legs. Her now frazzled blonde hair wrapped around her shoulders. Her fingers toying slightly at the knots here and there, but failing in between. So she gave up. Her feet were bare as always. However they stayed clean was probably hopeful thinking. Perhaps a late swim tonight amongst the crickets. It could be a keen thing despite what she had heard these folk hinting to their children of the big bad hiding in the water at night. Laurelin was yet to be bitten by anything other than a fish here or two. That generally just tickled her toes. Generally a risk Laurelin would take, but merely swimming in a gentle pool, was harmless to her. Her dress was around mid thigh. Thin straps. Fringe. Her wrists with a few mix bangles. Oh and that one thing. As Laurelin's hand made to her chest. To the cross at her neck. Caressed the cool metal and the cord that kept it in place. Her eyes dropped to the table in thought. As it was a day filled with so much. So much loss. So much to gain. Where her parents were now? Laurelin could only guess at. Even though she still missed them, she was glad she had decided to stay. Things were more complicated when she was younger, but what her parents had said. Made more sense now days. Though as her eyes met with figures nearby. Feeling so dead in the centre and so out of the circle at the same time. As her hand toyed at the cord. As her other hand etched at the table. Remembering always seemed to bring her a smile. She missed him day by day. Even would wish he could be right here. Though he had his own life. As Laurelin had her own. Laurelin was no longer the small child that had held his finger. Aided him to better health. They had grown up. Where they still held a place within each other, the spark had not so much gone, it just changed. Where there had been complications from when things had deepened. There wasn't anymore. For Laurelin had put that in the past and now they were still just friends. Her eyes twinkled with a soft tear with a smile. He would always be her best friend. Who she could turn to! She just couldn't live in a world where he didn't exist. He was her family and she was sure she reminded him of that. Wasn't it about time for their yearly visit. Laurelin usually came early to surprise him and yet. It never worked. He was always one step ahead of her. Meeting her before she could even beam a smile. She wasn't sure why she was thinking of Oliver now. Though it wasn't as if it didn't happen often. Usually it was random, even if there was nothing random about him. They had a friendship that she knew was hard to explain. Even though her gypsy friend told her otherwise that Laurelin was just trapped. That she still was head over heels for him. Laurelin could laugh, so she was in a way always head over heals for Oliver, he brought her so much joy simply for caring. She knew the man he was. Laurelin could laugh as it was something to say. Oliver is a man. When she could so easily remember when he was not quite a man, but a boy. Who ever the girl be? If Oliver ever found the settlement, Laurelin only prayed she'd take care of Oliver. To truly cherish what was always inside Oliver. The girl would be the lucky one. Laurelin sort no jealousy. The only jealousy she ever laid towards Oliver is if she never got to see him again. Her eyes moved down. She always wondered had this been the main reason she sort such love and devotion out of him. That she was merely latching on because she feared he'd leave her for good, as her parents had. She always expected it so.

As her hand toyed at what was so precious around her neck. Lost in a small reminder of her friend. Of emotions she now understood. Came a voice behind her. Perhaps she had been so dazed. Who knows how many had spoken to her and she didn't hear them? Yet, least with this one. She did hear. It caused the frowning of her eyes slightly. Wondering why it was so familiar. Why was her heart now beating towards it? Why did her lips smile, in such a way? Her toes curled. Perhaps it was just somethings were more in tune wheres as the rest was merely catching up. Feeling as if the front door was a mere foot step away. She merely had to put out her hand and she was home. He knew the words to say. As Laurelin turned. For the most part she had already knew it was Oliver. It was always that needing to see him and be real real. She shook her head with a soft laugh. Foolish how many times she had thought he was nearby, but it was just a faceless shadow when she turned. Or someone she thought looked like him. It didn't happen a lot. It had happened more when she needed him. Or she merely missed his company. Her other half. Almost like a brother.

Laurelin beamed to see him. Yep, she felt the arrow deep in her own chest. As he hooked her with his smile. She had to have known it was Oliver from what had come out of his mouth. It wasn't as if Laurelin had ever said no before. She laughed. When ever he needed her. He needed to simply follow the bread crumbs. Yep as she felt the digging of his mighty arrow, she had no choice. Only it was always her only choice. Where had he been? Why was he here? OH. Laurelin gasped. Had he followed her. She squinted. She doubted it, but maybe he did without realising he had. Really what ever the reason. She did not mind. He was here. But her mind rang with so many questions. There had to be a ton for him to spill upon her. She sure could spin him a few tales. Before just falling into a belly fall of laughs and roll along the grass, as it always seemed to end up as. Then her lips smiled more warmly. Perhaps if he was in no hurry to be anywhere. He could come play protector from the big bad fish. It was only fair if he snuck up on her after the dance instead of joining in. She could have used an extra hand. She laughed. She could least drag him off and dunk him in the deep water. Letting out more laughs. As she knew Oliver knew she was thinking up childish thoughts. That now they were sucked into their own world again. Even though in the tavern, in the city. She suddenly felt completely elsewhere. The wind hadn't come so much of a calling. She could use him for tomorrow or however long she could get him to stay. It had been so long. Laurelin expected this was going to be an all night thing... She was pleased Oliver was happy to see her. She half rolled her eyes. Why wouldn't he be. Though there was something else. Something hanging at his chest. His tongue needing to be unleashed. Laurelin didn't know if something was wrong, but she knew when Oliver needed her. Needed her more than when he had simply missed her. She maybe much out of his life, but she was still very much someone that truly knew who he was. She half expected she knew him better than he did, but she wasn't one to rub that in. Well, on occasion. As he claimed he knew her better than herself and Laurelin was too stubborn to agree. Who's one to call Oliver, Stubborn? Laurelin looked over him. Ah. Yep. She felt as if they had never been parted. Two peas back in the pod.

"Halo Ollie"

There was time to gush. Her ears were his own. Her heart well. As one can see, already struck by his arrow. When ever he left. Remained the hole, until she saw him again. Laurelin uncrossed her legs. She couldn't bare it. There was so much excitement. So much joy to be taking in. She merely wanted to keep blinking. To keep staring at him and watch him never disappear. Though the space was killing her. Tackle was maybe not quite what she had in mind. A kick for sure. Why did this have to be such a long wait? Again, they can't be a stubborn bunch? If they were, Laurelin was happy to be stubborn together. She smiled again and it wasn't long she was on her feet. Not caring the floor was uneven and a cause for a blister may happen. She'd easily trample over glass and coal to get to him. As her arms motioned around him. She was still tiny, but she always managed to reach him. Felt her arms make to go around his shoulders. As her cheek rested upon his own. She could simply remain in his hug. It reminded her of when he hugged her before. When she had needed him the most. She would never forget it. She felt Oliver needing it more tonight. So she lingered him in the embrace how ever long she could. She wasn't reminded of any deeper thing they had from the mere closeness. She always felt comfortable with Oliver. She was sure she never truly loved him in such a way. Only that she had thought that's what she thought she had to do, in order to make him never truly run away from her. Though she was blessed to have been given the moments. Despite the rough patches. It had given her some peace when she had needed it so much. It made her see Oliver in such a different way. She would always love him. She would always care for him. She just didn't want to settle with him. She was content with the homely feeling whenever she could get it. Though she missed Oliver. It wasn't totally unbearable. Besides. It was also what Oliver wanted. Whether he knew it or not.

She felt the comfort within him. She was home for the night. She retreated a little. As her lips motioned to his cheek with a soft kiss. Before retreating as her eyes looked to him as if he had just restored her to life. As she smiled up at him. Her hand ran over his cheek. He really was real. As her hand toyed at the hair that escaped in his eyes. Brushed them away. She still couldn't imagine he would grow up in such a state. That she could still be seeing the boy that needed her so vividly. He was so beautiful and precious then. He was even more so now. Oh, she just wanted him to wrap her in his arms. Like he always had. She always liked Oliver's hugs. She would suddenly feel safe. Oh and then was the times he'd hug to tightly. Because it had been such a long wait. And her feet would be lifted off the ground. Almost begging him to stop, but really she didn't want to. Oh and when he tickled her. Yeah, that she had to try and avoid. Before her laughs turned into hiccups. She'd end up punching him, asking why. Then he'd scare her and they'd be healed. Her saviour. She smiled to him as she would never forget any of it. She was happy to have experienced the bad in order to be given such goodness. Most defiantly and she hardly expected to have done it any differently.

"And you know a gypsy doesn't make agreements. Only promises, I promise to you Oliver... Why for the sudden need to sneak up on me? Your hardly scary Oliver... You were always a big baby, not a bully. Whom I have missed! Any day or night you seek, its yours Ollie, you know it. I am yours. Now tell me tales. You can never hide from me, Oliver."

Laurelin remarked his lame attempt of acting so big and burly. A thug? Please? The only crime he's guilty of was stealing some women's hearts. Thats not a crime that's infatuation. Besides its not as if those hearts didn't want to be stolen. She spoke heartedly. Referencing the so called traits of a gypsy. If only people knew, Gypsies were just that. People as well. Not so chucked into a box. Though it was true to say they didn't exactly agree to alot of things. Freedom, in ways. Though with Oliver, it was different. Though with him it was Laurelin's choice. It hadn't been something he had asked and she gave. She chose to promise him what she had. She never regretted it. For he never let her down. Well, not in the times that truly count. Even so. When she had felt he had let her down. Where she had been left alone to deal with it all. It wasn't his fault. It was her mistake to have fallen in the trap. Her stupidity to have thought she could exist in such a world, but she knew now it was not her place. It wasn't even really her fault. Still Oliver didn't know. It was Laurelin who just thought stupidly that he would just sense and know. Like most women do. But how is a man to know when one doesn't tell them. It was behind her now. She realised. Oliver had always been there. She was just stupid to not see for just how young she had been. She was too young to die. Too young to be so broken hearted. She wasn't the kind to live with such shards of her hearts. They mended. If anything Oliver helped piece them back together. It would have killed her more, to not be able to get to a place like this. This meant more. She was his now. As she then moved her hands to hold his own. Wished for him to tell her tales. Stories of where he has been and what has happened? She could give her own tales. His life always seemed so far away. She always loved hearing the tales. He was almost like 'The Emerald Archer'. Only minus the tights, maybe. Not that he wouldn't look good. No, she shook her head. With a laugh. She'd prefer him pants less than have him do that to himself. Her voice softened as he really couldn't hide from her. She knew when something was up. Apart from Nuri. Whom visited Oliver during the long absence to make sure he was alive. Still breathing and in no need to have his finger held. She wasn't sure whether to lead him to the seats. Or lead him elsewhere. She was his and she was happy to follow to wherever it may lead. Just as long she wasn't left behind without him warning her.

There were shadows being cast. As the clouds passed over the sun above. Just faint shadows. Which Laurelin took no heed. Her body limb upon the rock she had broken down, upon. Feeling numb. Feeling all things she wasn't sure she had been so prepared to feel. There was that notion these were tears of a child and maybe they were. So be it. They would last and least Laurelin hoped they wouldn't. As her hand clutched at her heart. Having the need to just crash more and lay in a ball where she sat. She was just to lost to even contemplate any other movements. Still having that need to hold on to something... To Oliver. She. How was she supposed to make him understand all this. Was there even anything to understand. It was still hard for her even to really know. Her free hand made to her face, covering and catching her tears. That seemed to flow even through her hand. Unable to really catch them. As her heart leaped of too many things at once.

It wasn't until his voice came to her ears, that she was aware Oliver was actually there. At first it had been but a ghost. Feeling she was merely hearing what she wanted to hear. Had he really found her? As her hand released her face and was able to see him. Her eyes searched over his face. There was movement inside of her as he was here. Her eyes cried a little more, but there was a beam inside that he was here. That the one person she could turn to, was but an arms length. She knew as she watched his face. Merely the look in his eyes. She knew she had made the right choice. All this was worth it in someway. As Laurelin motioned her limb body to face him, but she still sat. Laurelin reached out her hand. Wishing to take hold of even a finger much like she had done once before. To be the one that needed him for this moment in time. Laurelin's eyes dropped. A faint smile with a hint of a weakness. As she needed him most of the time. It was why or at least part reason she stayed. Needing his arms. Needing for him to hold on to. As it was not helping trying to hold on to herself. It didn't seem so bold to simply feel she loved him. Laurelin always knew she had. Her brown eyes ran over his expression. For she felt it through it in him. He was always her family and in ways now her only family. Yes, someone she would miss if never saw again.

"Oh, Oliver... They're gone, across the seas... I couldn't go with them. I wouldn't... Please stay with me Oliver... I.. suddenly feel so lost. "

Laurelin though felt numb and somewhat lost. She was suddenly feeling at home. Now Oliver was but a touch away. Her body ran with needing him. His touch. His heart. His comfort. She simply wanted to rest upon him and let this pass. Somehow hope he'd make it all better. No. She just didn't want him to leave. She had lost her parents and in ways felt a part of herself. She just couldn't bare losing him. As her voice came in broken forms through her tears as her hand made out to hold his. Reach out to him. As her eyes looked she wasn't so sure Oliver knew at all what had happened. Her parents left, that was what happened. Wishing for her head to be placed upon his shoulder as her voice softened, as the crying had caused a lot out of her. As she asked him to stay. It was something she knew she didn't need to ask. Yet, she just needed him to know. As she catched her breath and the feel him so close. Eased her tears. A gut wrench broke here and there. Though for the most part her tears slowed. They flowed, just not as painful. As it was as if her heart was bleeding out. She just suddenly didn't quite know where she was. Where she was suppose to go. She was so free now and yet so lost. The only thing she knew. Was she felt comfort here with Oliver. She would have made the choice again and again. This was the reason. Because he was very much a part of her. She always felt he was her soul mate, something to do with more than just love. A place to feel safe and a place to turn to.

With his close tenderness and now the gentle soothing of the water behind. She was slowly more coming around. As her tears fell at a more bearable pace. It paid to take her mind off a little. As she sort to not seem so run down. Oliver was the little beam of light. As Laurelin realised he had found her. It brought a gentleness to her lips. When she needed him, he was always someone she could count on. In hoping now she was safely in his arms, Laurelin dug into this place she was happy to call home. As she motioned to direct it more towards the light. Try not be so sad, even though it was hard.

"TAG! How did you find me, Oliver? However, I am just pleased you did. Just don't run off on me, just yet. I surrender."

Laurelin laughed softly through her tears that bubbled and was caught in between her words. As she making an effort to sound more not so sad. Allowing the misery be not so serious. As the touch she realised he was now tagged. Her eyes played upon his with a gentleness. Her voice softened as she asked. Feeling her friend every much still beside her. Asked purely. As in the game of tag it had not been so easy for him, but for now she was speaking generally. She always knew he'd be able to find her. For Laurelin had a little more faith in him, than he gave her credit for. However he came to be here, Laurelin was just content that he had found her. Just toying as she didn't wish to play tag right about now. Although she was sure if he ran, she would have to find the energy to find him. She just surrendered to the here and now. As she wished to curl up to her friend. Be embedded by his embrace and just let these emotions pass.

The night was fresh. It was young and it was one night only. One night left before the troops were sent off to war the following morning. So what better way than to send them off in a night was fun. A night of bliss and joy. A night they could possibly remember or forget their troubles. Nearby the nearest port was a hall. Lit up like the brightest candle, just multiple that by 100. It was a rather decent size within. A stage at the back wall that was also of a decent size. Tables and chairs around the room with the centre left bare for the dance. To Swing and dance the night away. There was also a bar. Refreshments and treats alike to help ease the mood or even enhance it. It really all was a night to get away. The night had started early a couple hours before, but it was still early and plenty of hours left on the clock. As the hall was filled with soldiers dancing, drinking and chatting. Mingling around the hall. Women were also present to help the men relax and have fun with their ladies for one last night before departure. The room now was also filled with a music that had the room in a rather swinging beat. Rather retro.

As Laurelin was centre stage before the crowd. The beat of the song was fast beat with a nice play of words. Nothing too serious was needed, just fun loving. Some more sexy to keep the mens minds well played. For how long would id be until they see another woman after tonight. She wore a gold dress. Short and entirely beaded. So it shone and sparkled every move she made. Her moves were to the point for now, up beat and simple. Always with a smile. She was rather all pleased to be here. As her voice sang across the room and drove them all to dance. Swinging her hips with most movements, acting flirty and inviting. She was owning the stage for this moment. Though had two backup dancers and singers either side of her to help fill out the stage and vibe of the music. 'Sweet Sugar' Laurelin said sensually through the song as she ran her arm up and swayed her hips back and forth. Before blowing a kiss into the audience. Then feeling herself getting lost more into the act of the song. She generally travelled town to town for work. She had currently been working at a local bar as an entertainer, a little more fancier than tonight. She was a rather crowd favoured and was requested for this very night. She always did enjoy to entertain and this was a much better cause. As Laurelin then finished her song on a high note. With the entire room in rapture of the enjoyment of it all. Cheers. Laurelin could only smile and bow. Grinning as if she had never grinned before. Before heading off stage for a break. Maybe move through the crowd. Get more personal and have some fun herself.

She stepped back stage to freshen up. Re apply what was needed. Be rid of the sweat which was not over pleasant. Pulled the pins out of her up do and let her ringlet curls fall long. Finding her more latin features more heightened. When she felt more refreshed she motioned back into the main part of the hall. Her eyes falling towards the stage as the next performer entertained the crowd. Her lips smiled around the room, it was a night to remember. That's for sure. Who was to say any of these people may find themselves in such an evening again. She hoped so. She would pray they all travelled safely and returned just the same. The least she could do was entertain them, put a smile upon their faces. She greeted the soldiers as she passed by to motion to the bar. She was kind and she was friendly. Flirted a little of course. They were after all a great audience to have. They deserved this night of attention. As Laurelin then let out a laugh as a soldier jested to her, even if the jest went vastly over her head. Greeting the man behind the bar with a glad smile. As she ordered a drink with low alcohol for now. It was her night to work after all, but it would help relax her. As her hand then took the drink with a smile. Her hand toying at the straw as she brought it to her lips with a sip. As she smiled to the man beside her. Then positioned her back facing the bar as she watched the performance on stage. Swaying her hips just gently. As she was catching her breath somewhat from her own just moments ago. It was a thrill like no other. To entertain.

The day was past midday, the sun was still out, but the sun would set in a couple of hours. This caused deeper shadows amongst the forest. As Laurelin's father carried the boy back to their camp. It wasn't a walk that would take forever, but it was a good distance. Well hidden within the trees and set close by a river that ran through the forest. Laurelin's tiny hand held the boy's finger as she walked a long side her father. His finger felt oddly cold. Shaking a little now. Her eyes fled over where his face was not far away from her own. His eyes were open, but he was barely seeming a ware. Yet as her eyes ran over she could tell he was frightened. It was understandable, she was sure. For he fell, basically broke his leg and now carried off into the forest by strangers. If only he knew he was really amongst friends. That they meant no harm. At least not while Laurelin was around. She smiled for she was sure she could protect him. As her hand tightened around his limb. Laurelin's eyes then went to look up at her father who just smiled and nodded. Causing her to grin and look back at this boy.

"Shhh, its ok. We not trying to harm you, we're just trying to help you. We're nearly there. Just hold on."

Laurelin said in a low and encouraging tone in her voice. As her brown eyes looked over his rather glazed over blue eyes. Trying to make him not so concerned. To just stay calm. Her hand let go of his finger for a moment to run over his forehead gently. So he can feel calm, reassured that he was in a safe place with them. Laurelin knew of all he different kinds of folk who could have found him, he was rather lucky she had when she did. Her lips curled into a smile again as her fingers gently ran through his hair as she begged for him to just stay with her as she could see the camp approaching. She wished she could be rid of his pain that he was in. Every ounce of pain he was sending she caught and it made her heart sink a little. Soon, this was all temporary. She was sure about that. As her hand then returned to hold his finger gently.

As the path a head now led within the camp. Set up of some tents roughly placed around. With a fire spot in the dead centre for the main gathering and entertainment. As soon as the group arrived, Laurelin's mother came over and spoke with her father. Her mother was kind and gentle. As she watched over the boy, knew already what was wrong and what needed to be done. Expressing to take him to their tent. Where she could help the boy and he can rest. 'Laurelin, I'm going to have to get you to bring me a couple of things... Thank-you, sweetheart.' Her mother then spoke to her daughter after a motherly hug and gave her a list of things she needed to help the boy. It wasn't too many, but Laurelin was keen to help so she remembered it all rather well. She hoped.

"He will be ok?"

Laurelin motioned to go collect the items, but her gut made her stay in her spot. As her eyes shadowed over the boy in her father's arms. She was sure he'd be ok, but there was just something in side Laurelin that needed to know the truth. She needed him to be ok. Her eyes then ran over her mother as she asked her. As her tiny eyes bubbled, her chest heaving a little and felt a jolt of nerved up and down her body. Her mother then wrapped Laurelin in her arms and somehow it seemed to help a little. Though it also helped her eyes to leak. Her chest wrenching up the sobs as her eyes cried. She was after all 11 at time so even the incident was rather dramatic to her. Difficult to really comprehend. Slowly her mother pulled away a little as her hands came to Laurelin's shoulders. Her mother wiped some of her tears and smiled. 'I haven't had a great look at his injury, but it seems just a fracture. Bones, heal Laurelin. Not quickly, but yes he will be fine. He simply needs support for his leg and plenty of rest. He seemed to have hit his head pretty hard. Though I will need someone to watch over him and to make him feel comfortable while he's here. He is far from home, so we need only be as welcoming as if he was our own until he is found... Would you like to watch over him, Laurelin?' Laurelin slightly beamed at her mothers words. It seemed to calm her enough. She smiled as she mentioned he needed someone to watch him and then ask Laurelin if she would be the one to watch him. She nodded greatly, she could do that. She was probably going to do that anyways. Was a good chance her mother already knew that as well. With another warm hug with her mother thanking her and her eyes ran over the boy. She motioned to gather some stuff up that was needed. As then her father carried the boy into a tent with her mother.

Laurelin then a few moments after returned to the tent with supplies so to speak. Though as she went through what her mother had asked. They had simply been food and water. So best the boy was well fed, of course. While Laurelin was gone the healing of his ankle happened. So incase Laurelin screamed or saw something not so subtle to her childlike eyes, that connected to her brain of too many thoughts. Her small hand opened the tent door as she stepped in. Most of the healing had been taken care of. It was now a matter of wrapping it up a little more. Which Laurelin soon placed the items upon a table and helped her mother wrap the boy's ankle. Treatment underneath to help heal it and sooth it. Mobile enough so it would prevent him moving it so much and cause more damage or worse even more terrible pain. As her father and another gypsy prepared some light food. How ever well Laurelin was at things, she was after all just 11 years old, it was probably best she doesn't cook too much over an open fire. Though she had learn a thing or two as she grew up. Laurelin's mother did the last bit of wrapping and Laurelin helped cut the end off. Patted it down so it would stay. It was a small bed of a thin mattress and fur blankets. To make it extra comfy, but not too comfy that he was swallowed up in it. 'I think that is all for now, Laurelin. I gave him something for the pain. It should kick in soon, but he may need some coaching if he gets to dizzy... I shall return later to check how your doing, you will be in great care with my daughter. If you need anything you may simply ask it. You are our guest and our friend. We are on the look out for your people, so please just rest. You are not lost nor are you in harm here. You are safe and protected. You just simply need to rest... I shall leave you two for now. You may try seeing if he'll eat or at least drink some water, but allow him to take his time. It was quite an ordeal his body went through, so its just a matter of it all catching up... Take care of him Laurelin, and I shall come by in a couple of hours. If you are concerned just come find me.'Her mother spoke to Laurelin as they had finished the initial treatment. Then she spoke to the boy a bit, reassuring him he is safe here and that he just needed to rest. Before again speaking to her daughter. It wasn't so much taking care of him it was simply just be in his company, but she knew how Laurelin was. She was still young and was wanting to feel like she could help. Laurelin had good intentions and it was something to encourage.

Soon in a matter of minutes after his injury was well attended to the tent was left with just the boy and Laurelin. She was slightly nerved, but in a way this was what she had wanted. Wasn't it? Who was this boy? Her eyes played upon the door that her parents had exited, now looked upon in as a black spot and then her eyes moved over to where the boy laid. She was hoping he wasn't so scared now. The tent seemed much bigger at this age, when Laurelin was a child, but it was just quite cosy, quint. It was what it was needed for. The tent was rustic made. There was mix of different patches sewn together. Dangles here and there. Not so much of a design, but enough that it seemed to have care in the planing. She still remained near his ankle. Not sure what so much to do, but what to say. She had only been so used to interacting with her own kind. With the gypsies. Although other worldly folk have always interested her, but not all interacts she had with other kinds haven't been so pleasant. Even if she was just a child she still represented a way of living that some just never quite understand. Not that she was reading this into him, for he was young himself. She then moved to kneel more closer to his head. Her hand then finding the courage to take hold of his hand within her two hands. For her need to comfort him was far greater. She smile gently to him. Hoping he wasn't so far gone yet.

"What's your name?... Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

Laurelin asked nicely in her spanish accent tongue. As she caressed his hand gently within her hands. Smiling as she remembered her mothers word of friend. Perhaps it could be. Yet she didn't even know his name. Who was he?