Thread: Life's Journey (The_Gladiator & darkangel76)

There was a glint shining in Brandon's eyes. Perhaps it had been the way the water merely danced and reflected off of his eyes. But one thing was clear. Rhonwhyn had caught the subtle red hues, those crimson shades as he'd nodded in what seemed to be approval. She smiled warmly, her cheeks heating slightly, and she knew instantly that she was dealing with one of elven blood. In all her years at the temple in Gomgorath, she'd never met anyone of who could call themselves elf. Whether there was reason for that, she was uncertain. But none had ever had the calling nor the inclination to pay homage to the goddess of the triad. You're welcome, Rhonwhyn then said, her voice a soft whisper as the water burbled and babbled about the tiny boat that carried both she and Brandon. She bit down on her lip as she tugged a bit on the cloak wrapped about her small frame. Partially for warmth and partially for balance as the currents began to run stronger, pushing the boat faster and causing it bounce about as it flowed along the river. Rhonwhyn was in awe at how well Brandon seemed to be able to navigate the boat. He seemed to be able to handle the thing well and what was more while under the cover of darkness and while being pursued by others. Though, she was fairly certain the others might have lost sight of them... for the time being. However, though nave to the ways of the wilds and the world outside her keep, she knew not to discount that those who'd taken her wouldn't be back. Just then, the boat hit a bump. Rhonwhyn let out a tiny gasp, but she managed to stifle the sound so that it didn't travel far or grow to become too loud. She twisted around to look at Brandon, her face full of worry as the waters became rough and the boat began to rock and bounce, the waves slowly becoming more turbulent. Her thoughts were growing wild with worry and her muscles were tensing. Without much thought, one hand reached to hold onto the boat's edge while the other grabbed hold of Brandon's thigh. Again, the boat jostled, the currents becoming stronger as the waves started foaming white into light rapids. Rhonwhyn turned her head to look at Brandon for a moment, her body moving to be closer to his as fear set in. Her heart pounded, her breath quickened and she suddenly wondered if their earlier escape had been in vain. Would they now die in the rapids? Would they both drown? Rhonwhyn's blue eyes welled with tears as the river water splashed up at her face. The water was cold, the jolt of it as it struck against her sending chills coursing throughout her tiny body. She shivered a bit, her platinum hair getting a bit wet as more and more water splashed up as the boat began to bump along the rough water, occasionally skimming against a stray rock or two. Once more, she prayed and this time to Ember to light the way. As she mumbled her words quietly, fresh tears streaming down pale cheeks, her grip on Brandon's thigh grew stronger, her body pressing closer for warmth, for comfort. She could only hope that they'd make it out safely, that soon they'd make it to that 'somewhere safe' Brandon had mentioned when he'd rescued her. Oh how Rhonwhyn longed for that, wanted that. Looking back at Brandon again, Rhonwhyn tried to stifle the frighten whimper that threatened to escape her. She just had to hold out a little longer, have faith that he could guide them both to safety. After all, he'd gotten them this far. Yes, she had to have faith. Brigantia and the fates had their reasons for everything. She just had to trust them.