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"Won't the beasts find us?" She asked as she followed the stranger, a note of trepidation and fear dripping through her tone. "Might not they track our scent? Or can you make that disappear, too?"
The sun had set rapidly, and Eswild had not even noticed it - the forest was dark and uninviting now, especially so now that she knew what lurked and stalked behind them. She trudged along, boots sloshing in the damp earth as she fought to put one foot in front of the other. She walked with her shoulders slumped, feeling the weight of her situation crash over her. Her single-minded determination to find and kill the stranger had dissipated with the realization that this was the stranger, and she was in no position to do anything to him.
Besides, she reminded herself, she was his apprentice now, after a fashion. He was going to teach her magic - not that she had the fondest idea what that entailed. The mages that had passed through town never explained to her what it was like, and her own Knack had felt often as easy as using her fingers to tie a knot or twist a doorknob.
With thoughts of apprenticing, her mind drifted back to Gilan. Gilan. She swallowed back a lump in her throat and she felt tears tugging at the corners of her eyes. She blinked, feeling one or two slide down her cheeks in spite of herself. Swiftly she rubbed them aside, casting a glance towards the stranger to check if he had seen. Fortunately he had not yet, not that she trusted he was not capable of seeing past his eyes as well.
"Where are we going?" She finally asked.