A pity it was impossible.
By the time her company had made camp, she had almost convinced herself that she had passed too much of the day thinking idle thoughts.
Her heart was heavy and her head hurt from too much speculation on things she didn't understand. Apparently she wasn't the only one who had a temper shortened by the journey. She watched Adhémar and Miach walk off into the forest, arguing already. While that wasn't new, but there was an edge to Adhémar's voice that was more than simply an elder brother taking his younger to task.
She made meaningless conversation with Glines until the brothers had traveled out of earshot, then she turned and followed them.
"Morgan!" Glines exclaimed.
Morgan waved him off and continued on her way.
She walked into the shadows of the forest quietly enough, then eased into deeper shadows. It was an easy thing to track Adhémar and Miach. What surprised her, though, was that she hadn't been able to hear them bellowing from where she'd been sitting.
"Chagailt?" Adhémar was saying incredulously. "Have you lost your wits?"
"I don't think so?"
"What can you possibly hope to accomplish in a pile of dusty old manuscripts?"
"I'll let you know when I return. "
"Fairy tales, Miach?" Adhémar said curtly. "You're taking time out of our journey to go read fairy tales?"
"I'm looking for something in particular," Miach said calmly. "Nothing that concerns you?"
Adhémar began to curse. Morgan admired the depth and breadth of them, but she found herself quite a bit more interested in where Miach was going that had riled his brother so thoroughly. She had to admit there was a part of her that was feeling almost a little protective of him.
Poor, helpless farmer that he was.
She considered the topic of conversation. A pile of dusty old manuscripts? Who knew what she might find there herself?
"When will you go?" Adhémar growled.
"Now. I'll return in a day or two. Take my horse and see if you can linger in the area. I'll hurry."
Adhémar cursed and stomped about in a circle before coming back to stand in front of his brother and curse him a bit more. Morgan took that opportunity to slip back to camp. She would ask Paien to take care of her mount, then follow Miach and see where he went.
She squatted down behind Paien, who was sitting apart from the others, watching Glines teach Fletcher how to game while being corrected in the finer points of cheating by Camid. An otherwise quite unremarkable evening. She put her hand on Paien's shoulder.
"I'm off for a day or two," she said quietly. "See to Reannag, will you?"
"Where re you off to, gel?" Paien asked, looking up from his supper.
"Nowhere important," she said with a yawn. "I'm tired of sitting."
"You were tired of riding an hour ago," he pointed out.
She pursed her lips. "If you must know, I'm off to shadow Miach."
"Are you?" he asked. "Why?"
"I don't know. "
Paien looked over his shoulder at her. "I thought you liked Adhémar."
"I can't stand Adhémar. Where did you get any other idea about it?"
"I have a vivid imagination. So, do you like Miach now?"
