Sam was quick to rise, never having completely let his guard down since they set foot on the plains of his youth. He was so relieved to see the Storm Watch of the Diamond Clan that he nearly wept, but he wanted to be a man and a member of the horseclans again, so he had to prove his mettle, even though Zulrav had done his darnedest to knock that out of him. There was no move toward his weapons, though the scimitar and short bow were close at hand, his hunting knife slung in its sheath on his belt. All he did was loosen the leather cuff on his left wrist to reveal his single, lonely windmark, the memory of dead Hasieran that he could never quite forget. "Hail, warriors," he said, voice full of excitement and hope. "I am an orphan coming home. These are my companions, one bound for Riverfall, and the other to stay with me if he wishes." He assumed they would assume that the Akalak was the one bound for his hometown. "The storm blew us off course, most likely claimed a couple of our companions, but we sheltered here after defending ourselves from a couple of glassbeaks. The mare..." He glanced at the golden Strider. "I think she came for me. At least, she herded one of our companion's horses back to us. Will you show us the way to Endrykas? I fear I do not recall the way after ten years..." Truth be told, he thought he felt tugs within himself that might have been the web reacting to his return, and more powerful over the night since he had met the mare, but he couldn't be sure. |