Cia woke with a start. Never before had she felt so disorientated. Looking apon her seemingly lifeless hands, she couldn't help but notice the dismal shape she was in. When did I last eat something other than berries? How long have I slept? The Gods only knew. Restless and hungry, Cia began to slowly advance to an upright position neglecting to give her shaky legs time to stabalize. Forcing herself to make a three-sixty degree turn in order to take in her surroundings, Cia immediately became afraid. Where am I? She thought to herself. By the Gods what has happened here? Shocked and bewildered by the scorch marks on the trees and earth, her fear grew ever more intense. Having no recollection of recent days gone or a slight idea of what she was to do now, Cia was alone and at an absaloute loss. Needless to say, this was not something such an experience warrioress was accustomed to. She began searching frantically for her mount. Where could he have gone? He never leaves my side! Her fury was such that she literally seethed with burning rage. She was sure that her red hot cheeks would be enough to deter any unwelcome visitors in her currently vulnerable state. Cia showed all signs of physical exhaustion and promtly let her legs out from beneath her well armoured frame and fell into a weary lump on the charred earth. Never could she remember feeling so horrid. I must remember what happend, why I am here, what I was doing... Lost in thought - not that they were getting her anywhere near the answers to her questions -Cia near jumped right into the broad and sterdy arms of the oak above her when a large sound thrashed through the brushes behind her. Determined to find out if this predator would find her suitable for breakfast before it found her, Cia made sure to fasten her armour buckles, arrange her weaponry and stealthily move forward towards this frightful noise. Moving ever so quietly, she was able to get close enough to see her Black Stallion Turangoroth feasting quite contentedly on a vast field of high lemon grass. "So that's where you got to!" She exclaimed. Turangoroth took a look apon his deep black face that resembled no less than embarrassment. He prompty snapped his head up and reluctantly dropped his mouthful to the ground. Cia laughed heartily at his shy nature. Still to this day, no other could bring her laughter from it's depths, But with Turan, all barriers seemed to dissipate and Cia could be herself. "Shall we?" she said with no longer than 15 stones throws later, Cia racing across the field at a startling pace that she so enjoyed heading in any direction that might aid her to make sense of recent events.