Unease

She skirted the edges of the forest, one level of her senses attuned to the land and another just savoring the songs of birds. Those sweet little ones were her best friends next to Morion of course. Just the thought of him made her feel all silly, well sillier then normal, and a small smile tweaked at her lips. Quickly she dragged her thoughts to the land around her. Something had pierced her feelings of wellbeing and Tyl had to stop and try to find it. It was such an insignificant and vague sensation but strong enough to almost startle her. Tyl knelt down and sent all her senses slowly sweeping the forest around her. OUCH.. This time it was no insignificant perception, it was a very strong feeling that something or one had been in these woods and recently. That this someone had an evil aura to it was understood or it never would have bothered Tyl so much.
Slowly she sent her land sense out in ever-widening circles trying to locate the source. It took several tries and then Yes, There it is. But it was, whatever it was, a fair distance from where she was. But the location set her pulse racing and her concern building. Tyl swallowed the feeling of fear as she recognized the general area that the aura had been centered in was very close to home and Morion. Gracefully she stood up again and with an ease that only elves display she started to run lightly for home. From a practice of many years, she barely displaced event the leaves on the forest floor bed and was as silent as a slight breeze.
As she approached the homey Log that she and Morion lived in, Tyl slowed down and approached the cabin carefully. Her senses told her she was now close to the source and she didn't want to put herself in jeopardy any faster then she had to. Her bow swung off her shoulder and into her hands with the ease of a practiced archer. As she rounded the corner to the front of the house, the feelings got so strong it was as if she was rooted to the ground. Swallowing down her slight fear she looked all about but could not find the actual source so much as a residual trace and it seemed to come from across the river. However the bow stayed in her hands as she silently went into her beloved house. Mori was clearly not home and that made her even more anxious.. Where Was He? They were supposed to have a quiet and pleasant evening together.
Tyl bounded up the stairs to the balcony, he had been but was gone now. It was the glass of his favorite wine that stopped her cold. He would never leave a good, cool glass unfinished unless there had been an emergency. And yet there it was his half-empty glass still cool and inviting. Tyl forced herself to remain calm for although there had been something outside, she had not sensed any violence just the presence. Looking at the glass she could bring an image of Mori sitting back in his chair, and of course tilting it back, sipping that fine wine. She had to suppress an impulse to giggle at the image because she knew if she had been there he would never have put his feet on the table and tilted back. Mori hadn't figured it out yet that her biggest fear was that he would be hurt. And having a chair crashing back to the floor could be rather painful.
Slowly she left the house to try and track Mori and in all likelihood she would find him and the source of all her misgivings.