* 47 * 7/20/12
The figure in green wended its way skillfully through the trees, racing back from whence it had come. Its agility could easily be compared to that of the ranger – an impressive feat.
I don't think Casavir will enjoy hearing about this, Bishop. No, not at all.
Bishop refocused his thoughts and swore again, sheathing his dagger. He picked up several handfuls of water from the stream and splashed them over the fire, putting it out with haste before moving over to where Lily now stood and turning his back to her.
"Get on."
"What?"
"Get on, and hurry up."
Lily grabbed his shoulders and hoisted herself onto his back next to the quiver, looping her legs through the space in his arms while still holding onto the little vanilla flower. Bishop took one look behind him at their humble home away from the Keep, and then began jogging until he reached the lines of trees. He then broke into a run. Lily put her arms around the front of his neck and held on tightly as he quickly scoured hundreds of meters of land.
Just try to beat me back, he challenged the unknown figure, getting back into an insensitive, competitive mood. But, given the extra weight, he wasn't entirely certain of himself this time.