Lynn

Lynn woke with a start. She had fallen asleep in the chair next to Syllea’s bed. The woman looked to see what had caused her to wake. She looked at the teen girl and knew that she was the reason. Syl was tossing and turning, tears slipping down her cheeks. Lynn thought to wake her, but the girl was suddenly still. Her tears stopped. The guard blinked in confusion, watching Syl carefully. “You’re here.” The teen whispered in her sleep. The relief in the girl’s voice eased Lynn, and she settled back into her chair.

Syllea listened quietly as her sister, Em, told her about the reason behind her fear of dogs. After the horrific story finished, Syllea nodded in understanding before quickly saying she had to check on her horses. In truth, the pain in her side had taken a turn for worse when Lynn had helped her stand in the Pony. She hid her pain until she was out of the earshot of her sister. “Lynn, we need to find Rae; I can not wait until morning,” she said in a whisper.

Syllea sat with her back leaning against her tree of Lost Ones. She held a book from her Papa in her hands; her legs in front of her, one over the other, and her hair gently waving in the slight breeze made the teenage girl look older and oddly attractive.
 

Syllea ran the brush through the elegant steed’s coat. It was one of Eogar’s; ever since his land had been attacked by orcs they had been taking care of the horses and other animals in different locations until everything was restored. She hadn’t been feeling great lately, due to her “becoming one with the moon” as her papa called it. Thanks to her grandmother, Gwawrr, it was more durable, but she still struggled with keeping her attitude in check. It seemed no medicine could help that.