"Wait, let's think about this!" Michael petitioned rapidly chasing Lucia down the path. They both emerged in the courtyard. Lucia was already geared up and leading the horse from the stablehand. Her eyes were resolved against Michael earnest entreaties.
"We've talked about this. I have no other option," was her only reply. She pulled herself over the horse. Michael barred her way once more.
"Then at least wait for Albaric and take an escort!" Michael exclaimed, "Kyron may expect you to go back to Lome's temple. Her forces may already be waiting in ambush,"
Lucia glanced down, her eyes an impenetrable emerald. She could see Michael was more animated than usual.
"Whether I am here or there, Kyron's attacks may come at any time. I cannot wait any longer," Lucia said. Michael found her thoughts to be entirely checked on her face. Her mind was made up.
"Then at least let me go with you! This wasn't what I intended..." he began exasperatedly.
