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[Blindwolfe]

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Rayne pulled the ugly helm on. “Wear the helm to protect your identity if you go out in public. We have many enemies out in this land…More than we had in the other lands. Remember who you are.” Those words echoed in her mind as she went to several tavern nights since her stealthy arrival under the moonlight. She had even boldly taken off her helm at both places and found comfort that none knew her name when she introduced herself. Though the one man at the Den of Sin did give her the creeps the night she cut her hand in anger during a game of darts.
‘That masked one…I want no part of meeting him again.’ She thought as a chill ran down her spine.
She equipped herself and mounted up. “No one knows I am here except for the Cappadocians and Chaotic Justice…and only a select few at that mother. We both know this. I know who I am. I am Rayne Nottingham.” She sat tall and proud on her steed. “Daughter of Ian Nottingham, Commander in Chief to the Armies of Darkness and the Cappadocians. Daughter of Kelly Darkhaven, Dark Princess of the Cappadocians.” She looked down at her mother then took the helm off.
“I should not need to hide myself. Friend or foe, I am a big girl now. I can handle my own fights. Mother.” She tossed the helm to the ground and kicked her mount into a gallop toward the City of Luna.
Kelly shook her head. “I do hope you are right then…I would hate to see anything happen to you.” She spoke softly to herself as she picked up the helm and brushed off dirt. ‘Just as headstrong and independant as I am, and have your father’s temper.’ She chuckled as she heard the gallop of a horse returning.
“I will take my helm. Mother.” Rayne glared defiantly down at her.
Kelly handed the helm to Rayne with a smile as she put it on and again rode off to the Luna.
"Good hunting" Kelly called to her own mount and rode toward Minoc.