"Forgive me Nasuada." Murtagh whispered in the ruler's chocolate ear, "I shall leave now..."
"No! Murtagh don't..." Her coffee-coloured eyes betrayed a hint of sorrow for departure, "You can't leave."
He sighed and held her slender hands between his, "I must." He leant down and kissed her forehead tenderly.
"Murtagh I... I love you..." She cried and embraced him tightly.
Murtagh woke suddenly then sighed, the dream had been repeating in his mind since he had left. He wished he had told Nasuada how he felt before he left; he was sure she returned his sentiments but he lacked the confidence to reveal his emotions towards her.
He was currently situated several miles from Du Weldenvarden's beautifully crafted trees; his map was no longer of use as his position was in the dirt higher than the map's edge. He sighed once more then rolled up the scroll and tucked it into one of Thorn's saddle bags. Thorn was currently snoozing quietly beside the dying fire, oblivious to his other-half's discomfort.
Murtagh groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose out of frustration. He stretched out his cramped legs then rose to his feet and strolled to the mouth of the cave which overlooked a secret waterfall of intriguing lilac water. A faint hum filled his mind and he scanned the serene area for the source. He was met with only rocks and running water. He shook his head, his dark brown spikes swirling around his angled chin.
Are you expecting me to support this charade any longer Murtagh? Thorn asked irritably as he opened his large crimson eyelid lazily to reveal a large amber eye. If you can't sleep then I am plagued by your troubles. He growled then rose to his feet, scraping his spikes on the cave of the roof.
"Hmph. We better get going then." Murtagh snapped back before loading him up with his bags and saddle. Thorn glared at him as he had limited space then they set off again, the wind biting into Murtagh's skin.