Adria woke in a soft, warm cot that sat low to the ground. She blinked her eyes to clear them. The room was filled with bright colors. A fire blazed in the center, the smoke drifted out of a hole in the cloth roof. Her first thought was that the searchers had regretted sending a young girl on this mission and had come and got her. But then none of the furnishings were expensive looking like searcher would own. Adria sat up the blankets covering her fell away and she slipped out of the bed onto a bright rug.

Adria's feet were bare and she wore her white smock. Her coat and boots, and other things sat on a chair in the corner of the room. She strolled over to them. Adria pulled her brown wool dress over the smock and pulled on her boots and coat, the scarf she carefully rapped around her face. When she finished dressing Adria brushed aside the curtain door.

The white snow scenery was broken by tall pine trees that swayed in the wind. A man was brushing a tall bay horse. He turned. Adria felt she recognized him. She pulled the parchment from her pocket that held the drawing of the man she was looking for. Nothing. The picture was blurred from the river water.

The man walked up to Adria, his horse following on a lead rope, close behind.

"I'm glad to see your feeling better." He said.

Adria took in his features before replying. Dark brown, almost black hair, green eyes and a sharp jawline, if Adria remembered the man in the drawing had the same sharp jawline, although his hair had been shorter.

"Yes. I'm feeling well, thank you."

"I suppose the small grey and brown horse I found on the other side of the river was yours?"

"Maybe. How did you get him across? Or did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Did you get Remrock across the river, and if you did how?" Adria asked annoyed.

"Ah, so he is yours." He said raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. He's mine." Adria glared.

"Well I used the trolls bridge. After I saved you I found him."

Adria realized how much she had loved the small shaggy mountain pony and was relieved he was alright.

"Trolls." Adria scoffed and turned to go back into the tent.

"By the way, names Kiran."