As soon as Tarkyn and Waterstone entered the clearing where the others were gathered, Rainstorm came bounding up to them full of plans for the evening. He took one look at Tarkyn’s face and frowned, “You all right?”
“Dust and not enough sleep last night,” interjected Waterstone, knowing Tarkyn wouldn’t be able to lie.
“I might go down the stream and freshen up a bit,” suggested Tarkyn.
“Good idea.” Waterstone gave him a pat on the back to send him on his way. “I’ll broach the idea about the horses while you’re away.”
Rainstorm clung to Tarkyn’s side like an eager puppy as he wandered down the path to the stream. Tarkyn glanced down sideways at him but said nothing.
“You’re not all right, are you?” persisted the young woodman.
“I’m better than I was,” replied Tarkyn shortly.
“So, wha
