"Flora!" Aileh turned around and stormed towards the woods. Din followed shortly after him. Both didn't care about the fact they rampaged through several trees, leaving a line of destruction. "FLORA!" He reached the place they had been and only could notice that he was to late. The basket lay on his side, the Genase was shattered over the place. "No…" His tail gave away. "Flora…"
Din reached him. "We will find her." He laid his hand on Aileh's shoulder. "Her and Faragonda. We will find them both."
Griffin sad on the chair. "Flora I can understand, but why Faragonda? She has nothing to do with Aileh. They could just have knocked her down."
Din looked from the window to her. "But she has to do with ME. Law protects the Royal Family. Although Aileh left by himself, law says I kidnapped him. They have Faragonda to force ME to return. With Flora they force Aileh, with Faragonda me…" He looked out again. "This is my fault… I never should have told her… Never…" He clenched his fist and hit the window. Cracks appeared around it and blood started to drip down. Griffin wisely held her mouth.
"Ms. F?" It was dark and Flora couldn't see a thing. After they had grabbed her, they had hit her on the head and she had lost consciousness. She had woken up in some small cottage. Her hands were bound, what didn't help her in her search for her Head.
Somewhere on her right some one groaned. She slowly moved towards the sound. Suddenly her hands touched something wet. The smell of blood filled her nose. "Ms. F!" She touched the head of her Head. Her hair was wet and around her head was a puddle of blood. Her eyes were pressed shut. Near her temple was an open wound which was bleeding. Flora examinated it carefully.
'Damn it,' she thought. 'I need to stop the bleeding, but how?' She looked around and sighed. The only thing she could use was clothing of her or Faragonda. Great. She looked at herself. 'I can't take anything of myself, because I will be as good as naked then.' She looked at her Head. 'She never will forgive me, but allas.' She moved to the legs of Faragonda and carefully ripped some fabric of her dress. She made a ball of it and pushed it gently against the open wound. Faragonda groaned.
I mean it; ever seen the clothes? If they put one part down, there naked!!!