The next morning Ryu came up to the dining hall, fully dressed in her men's clothes. Zelda and Link rolled their eyes at her approach, obviously not impressed with her appearance.

"What?" she asked, holding up her arms a little. "I didn't kill anyone last night. . . except. . ." Ryu laughed as Link and the princess blanched. "I was kidding! I'm innocent!" *Of this crime * she added silently.

""I didn't want to bother you last night because I knew you rode up here, but do you want a dress to change into? Those clothes aren't very becoming. . ." Zelda said, eyeing the battered clothes.

"A dress?! Are you kidding? Er. . . sorry. That's just not my style. I'll just keep my assa- I mean, my clothes, okay?" her face paled as she realized what she had almost said. Link noticed her expression and narrowed his eyes.

Zelda looked slightly put out and failed to see Ryu's pale face and wide eyes. Link tried to inquire after Ryu's near-slip but she got up, made hasty excuses, and took off for the barn.

*I'm being careless! I'm not the same person I was before, the friend of Zelda, I'm an assassin now! I need to remember to keep my guard up. . . it's hard with those two around. Even if Link and I hate each other's guts, he and Zelda are pretty easy to talk to. . . too bad I have to kill him. But if I blow this, Gannondorf will have my head! I'll have to leave a note and ride along, I'll come back for Link someday soon. * she thought as she quickly bridled (A/N: she has no saddle, only a bridle. She is too arrogant to use a saddle even in the rain. Slippery!) Kat and rode out into the morning rain. She looked up. "Perfect weather for a perfect day, eh?" she questioned her mount. He only shook the cold, cold rain from his coat. As they neared the edge of the forest Kat snorted as someone came running up to them in the rain.

"Zelda requests you back to the castle," Link said as he reached them, grabbing Kat's reins. He attempted to lead them back, and thought he was succeeding until Ryu pulled Kat into a rear.

"I will do no such thing. Goodbye," she said, arrogance edging her voice. Kat let out a trumpet (A/N: That's what stallions do. A loud, thunderous, shrill neigh.) and before his forelegs touched ground he was pivoted around and kicked into a fast gallop, effectively tearing the wet leather reins from Link's hands.

"Wait!" he called as she sped into the mist, towards the forest.

A/N: eeeee. . . cliffhanger. . . I think. I do a lot with the horses because I know a lot about them and riding them. She's not that bad, you'll most likely see! Well, feedback, please! R&R!