[ooc: THAT WAS EXACTLY THE INTENT! xDDD]
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Catching Zannrick's signal, Emery nodded back to show she was okay. More than okay now, actually; the closer they got to their destination, the higher her spirits rose, eager to get inside and get dry again! It felt as though if she stayed out here any longer, she would shrivel up like a prune. The rain had started up again and she was beginning to feel like a drowned cat, her clothes sticking to her in a tight, uncomfortable, chafing way. Her horse was no happier about this than her, blowing air out her nostrils and flicking her ears in irritation.
Still, they were not out of the woods yet--figuratively speaking, that is--and she kept her ears open and her eyes peeled as they strolled down the hill. She doubted anyone would be so foolish as to make a move here with so many potential witnesses, and yet with the bad weather and poorer visibility, anything was possible.
Flicking the reins, she pulled up closer to Calent, though still remained a little behind. "Anything new and exciting up there?" she called.
And that was when she heard it: hoof-beats.
A chill going through her, she turned in her saddle to look, and that was when she saw the riders coming from the woods--three of them, and gaining fast.
"Zannrick!"