DQueene and Shana looked at each other and both turned in unison. They mounted the other two horses when they heard Elendirill speak and saw him go running toward the bridge leading over the chasm. Mari was up on her stallion just as quickly, appearing almost at home on the stallion now. Shana grabbed the lead of the extra horse, muttering about a silly elf who preferred to run rather than ride maybe needing to give his legs a rest at some point. DQueene and Shana split up to ride on either side of Mari, just in case something unfortunate occurred and spooked the stallion during their ride through the night.
They rode as swiftly as they could under an overcast night sky; no stars were visible through the ominous low-hanging clouds and not even a hint of either of the two moons could be seen. DQueene saw the bridge over the chasm ahead and called as softly as she could to the elf in the lead. “Elendirill, go slowly, the bridge would be the perfect place for us to be ambushed.”
Approaching the bridge cautiously, Shana moved up to ride beside Elendirill. “Look! In the middle of the bridge, there’s something glowing! And by The Many Faces of Tandra, the bridge is broken!” She pointed at a huge crack which appeared to extend across the complete bridge: “See, there and there. We should walk our horses across.” She glanced at everyone, and then dismounted: “I should go first, I’m the smallest and if it’s going to break it will break under me.”
DQueene nodded and dismounted also: “I would recommend we all get off our horses; if the bridge starts to collapse I will change to my dragon form and save whoever is on the bridge at that time.” She smiled wryly: “For some reason, I don’t think the horses will like that very much. I’ll go last, for obvious reasons. Is everyone agreed?”
Last edited by DQueene; 17/03/03 02:46 PM.
