Mags

"Damn . . . alright then."

August is very seriously concerned. "You could get heat exhaustion." "Because he didn't want you to look for them?" July guessed. "Now that he's gone . . . I guess we've no way of knowing, unless someone here knows?" He addressed the dissipating crowd that had once been an angry mob.

"But . . . we'll all be on horses . . . won't it be hard for you to keep up?" August asked politely. A look of concern come over July's face. "Do you know . . . why?"

August grinned, "Sounds great! We have quite the party here." "Your just glad we're leaving earlier then planned," July nagged. He got on one of the horses he and Jolane had taken from the stable. "Well that's an obvious plus . . . " July just shook his head, a smile on his face. "Hey kid, do you want to ride with or do you have a horse?" August asked Arke.

"Oh, are you coming?" August asked from his horse. "That's a good point," July said. From the way she re-acted to leaving before, he'd assumed she was all alone. "Are there any relatives we could take you too?"

July put a hand on her shoulder as well. He hadn't expected . . . he hadn't wanted this . . . An immense wave of guilt washed over him. He'd started the mob that killed Robert. This was his fault. With a deep breath, he pushed it all aside. He could talk to August about it later. July handed her the bag and cloak she flung at him. "So, we're definitely all going now?" August retrieved his own horse from the stable.

"That's a good idea!" He took the reigns of one of them, and started leading it away.

After a few minutes, he pulled away. "We should go find the others, hopefully things are calming down by now."

He gently stroked her hair, not sure what else to do. "It will be alright, I promise."

July hesitantly hugged her back. He'd never really been hugged by anyone besides August, and he was worried he'd do it wrong. August drew the long sword Arke had found for him, and rushed at the three that were still fighting. Hopefully, this would be over quickly.

"I swear it. We won't let him take you back."

"Robert doesn't matter anymore, the three of us will protect you from him--I think we can handle a simple innkeeper in a fight." He said gently.

"Oh September's definitely looking for us, luckily August and I are pretty good at living on the run."

"Oh . . ." It made his stomach lurch. Not because he recognized the shape but because . . . He pulled back his own sleeve, and then unwrapped a cloth he'd tied around his wrist. He was branded too. It looked old, the scarred skin had healed completely years ago. The brand itself was a diamond shape, styled to look like an eye. "You can cover it like I do or . . . August was braver then me--he took a knife to it and cut off the branded skin. Now it just looks like he scraped his wrist really badly and got a scar." He tugged on the short strand of hair by his ear that Arke had cut. "What I'm trying to say is that it's not the end of the world."

"Okay but . . . why?" July asked again. "You can, you really can."

"Thank you." He packed July stuff back up, and slung the bag over his shoulder. The sword still sheathed, he moved over to watch Ma'Tani and the witch hunter fight. @BlueWildRye @The Bookwyrm

"Well that's a relief . . . Mind if I have that?"

August gave him a look of suspicion. "Was that a scream I heard?"

"Why not?"

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