A ten-day after the twins along with Layanor, son of Wulfgar parted to Silverymoon. They spent walking the entire day. The sun was rather powerful and absolutely merciless to the young adventurers. So, inspite of the Arnienne's stubbornness, the little troop stopped for the overnight rest a couple of hour before the nightfall. Arnienne not only didn't want to stop so early because she thought that they would loose a lot of time, the young half-elf knew that she would sit on the hot (owing to the extremely warm day) rock all alone while looking to the sweet couple of her sister and her close friend kissing each other ever so passionately, then after an hour or so they would leave her sitting near the campfire all alone. She was never jealous of her sister because of Layanor. This half-elf half-barbarian always was a close friend to her, she even found him very attractive but she had never wanted him for her lover. Instead, Rua'leen had a crush on him since she was old enough to have those feelings.
Arnienne was very happy for the couple but there was something that made her heart ache, when she was observing the lovers. She was very beautiful and she knew that. Her long black mane, the color of a raven's wing, cascaded down her back almost reaching her knees. She loved to plait mithril and silver needles in it. It reflected myriads of light rays. This style, apart from beautiful, was also useful in a fight. Every time that she turned around fast enough, and in the right angle, her enemy received tens of little, but very annoying cuts all over his body.
In Settlestone she had a lot of followers but she never felt attracted enough to see them as anything but a games-companion. She was expecting a person who would deliver something new, something unusual, something she has never seen before…
Submerged in those thoughts, she found herself sitting at the campfire in the same situation she foresaw a couple of hours ago. The pair in front of her was leaving the camp laughing silly.
"Stay here!" Arnienne roared. The pair gave her a puzzled look. "I mean, you can stay here, because I will leave myself" she proceeded more calmly now "I want to make a walk to figure out our way for tomorrow!"
"Now!" Rua'leen didn't believe her sister even a bit. She new well when Ar was lying. "It's dark enough to miss your own legs! And you expect to find a road! Besides its too dangerous, you can't go there alone!"
"What!" All the sadness and anger finally found their way out the young elf "you think that it's more dangerous to go alone with a fine blade prepared for any attack than go in a couple havin' in their embraces nothin' but themselves?"
The clear insinuation to what the young lovers were about to do made them blush. Not waiting for an answer Arnienne got up and ran to the wood rapidly disappearing in the night's embrace.
The rude although cheerful "Have fun!" was the last thing they heard.
"You too!" Rua shouted to the dark trying to make her voice as much careless as she could.
"She doesn't have a boyfriend, does she not?" Layanor smirked.
"Nay", Rua'leen answered softly but I do. The lass put her hand in the barbarian's cheek an gave him a passionate kiss. When they parted Layanor said almost breathlessly:
"Does he know that you're here? Because I don't want to have problems another kiss from his beloved stopped any further words from escaping his lips.