Travelling a short while in the general direction Kryschenn was likely to be heading, Cole saw the brush was getting thicker. The horse managed to press carefully through the brush avoiding some of the thicker and more prickly of the plants in its path by walking around them. All the while Cole was on alert for any sign of Kryschenn. He was also on the alert for any threats the forest may be hiding. He kept his hand on the hilt of the Berserker’s blade, as he cautiously proceeded through the woods. The Mentalist would leave the sword in its sheath, unless the situation took a turn making it necessity to wield it. As he delved deeper into the forest, the shade cover from the multitude of ancient timbers around him was now obscuring the amount of sunlight filtering through their branches.
Cole was not totally lost in that he could at least backtrack through the smaller brush his steed trampled over along the way if he needed to start over again. Still Kryschenn was nowhere to be found. He thought about shouting out her name in the forest, but it may attract unwanted listeners as well. He was becoming more concerned for her safety with each passing moment.
It was his fault that she headed of into the woods. He made no effort to stop her when the opportunity was there. If he didn’t find her soon, he planned on disregarding the self-imposed restriction he placed on using his weapon and contact her telepathically. If he discovered she was still angry with him, at least he’d know where she was and where to find her. It was an option he was leaning closer to as he and his steed ventured on in the search for Kryschenn.
