In the wilderness of Direwood forest, Arawn sat on his horse galloping through the trees towards the woods entrance. The wind whipped his hair backwards, the golden leaf crown resting above his brows as his icy gaze looked ahead. He had been riding since he left Evanna earlier, his mind racing with countless thoughts from his previous conversation with his father.
He did not mean to act so indifferently towards her, but as he stared at Evanna during breakfast, it made him come to the realisation that she was much more of a mystery than he anticipated. Did she know of her heritage, or was she keeping it a secret to prevent a war between the elven kingdoms?
