Of old friends

[Robin of Loxley]

* He had happened into the great hall , when His old and good Friend Tyrun........ and Ranger Nicholas were chatting with the Lady Halethala........ It was indeed a great suprise to see Tyrun again.....for He had nae had the opportunity to thank the man properly for saving his life many moons ago......and although Tyrun made light of such............One owes His life to the Seaman.......and will Honour such iffn He is called to aid the man Himself...

An agreement was made...they would at least catch up once a moon fer a Whisky or two.....mayhaps three...

Yet it was Nicholas's words that rang in His ears this night.........."Your men need you"..........what did that mean??......

As He settled down to sleep.....He drew Dream close to Him and held her tightly........for the morrow would see him leave His small family yet again.......For the greater good of all......Yet.........somehow..........He felt an unrest within .......He looked over to where Ellissia slept and watched her fer a moment..........His eyes were tired ......He could tell.........fer He could nae see clearly...........a mist had blurred his vision.......Things were again nae as they seemed..........

He did nae sleep......yet He rested.....His thoughts were elsewhere..........

[Dream Loxley]

((Will pretend Robin slipped down to the beach shack...or else he has another in his bed in the Castle *winks*))

*She felt the tension... the unrest within him and held him closer whilst she could. He had spoken with fondness....old times spent with Mister Tyrun.... old memories....mayhaps 'twas this that had disturbed him.... or else, the next patrol. He would tell her of such...iffn he wished to....she would listen, or she would simply accept 'twas the way of things.

They had sat around the camp fire.....her own memories of the place filling her heart and lifting it. Often he was distant.....often he kept his fears and worries from her, she would nae change him, nae ever wish to......but she would always wonder iffn she did help in some small way by just holding him....loving him.

His heart beat beneath her cheek as she layed against him.....her eyes were closed, and yet sleep was nae kind. His breathing was steady....but she knew he too was awake. The morrow would be another farewell......for now she pushed the images from her mind and held him tightly, savouring the warmth of him next to her. She loved him with every fibre of her being.....she could do no more than this......the night lingered but the moment did not.....sleep came and stole her away......darkness became light....a new day would come.*