Dang, here it goes...

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Yolanda? Lydia moved further from Arathorns grasp, you look she stared into Yolandas eyes and took another step closer sofamiliar.

Arathorn glared warily at this woman before him, What have you done with Mayata!? he demanded, not failing to notice this person who had appeared out of nowhere shared her attire.

Mayata? I know of no such person. But you Arathorn, and Lydia here

Arathorn firmly positioned his hand on the grip of his tightly clad sword. Lydia, unaware of his stance naively raised a welcoming smile to Yolanda. She had admired Mayata, but this woman stood above her at this first instance. Lydia had immediately sensed a great deal of pain, physical and psychological, on meeting Mayata; but this Yolandashe was akin to Mayata, Lydia could see she was rough and battletorn, but was also beautiful and so strong, with an immediate sensitivity in her eyes.

Can you help us? Lydia questioned positively. We lost our friend; she disappeared just minutes before you appeared, how did you get here? There were winds and she was gone, Arathorn appeared, there were winds again and now you are here. You must have seen her? Lydia continued with her swift succession of words, you are wearing similar clothes to her.

Ah yes, Yolanda interrupted, I know of her, were from the same army.

Lydias legs buckled beneath her as her tiredness finally became too much. She fell forwards and lucky for Yolandas immediate action fell into her outstretched arms.

I can see your concern Arathorn, Yolanda spoke, lifting and supporting Lydia across her arms, dont worry, I am here to help you. I dont know why, or how, I just feel it. Ive never met you two before, yet I know you.

Arathorn, not entirely relying on his good judgement of character released the grip on his sword.

Tell me of your travels, I can see there have been many recently. Yolanda gestured with her eyes to the table just behind Arathorn, go and rest, be seated.

Arathorn turned his back to her and went to sit at the table. When he turned around to be seated, Yolanda and Lydia were vanished.

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How about adding the running (or writing) order to the text file Dialyn?

I would have liked to have expanded on the other areas of the story, especially Mayata's situation with the books and customers, but I too am on my travels and time is limited! Scotland this time, see you soon...

Message edited on: 07/22/2004 17:03