An Unexpected Change Of Plans

	The next morning, Redoran woke, feeling refreshed and happy. His happiness came from the warmth he gleaned from Shilara within his arms, and the refreshed feeling came from his nights rest, for he had adjourned early in the night to the room he had been given, and in the night had been woken by Shilara, pleading him to sleep with her.
Redoran unwound himself from the young woman slowly, as to not disturb the princess, but as he stood, his attempts, he discovered, were in vain.
“Redoran, are you leaving?” She asked groggily.
“Yes, I will need to quickly re-supply, retrieve new riding gear and be off in less than three hours.” He crept back to the bed and let a hand slip through Shilara's hair gingerly.
“Your equipment has been taken care of, for my father ordered the guards to pack your bags with a set of clothes that would work well while riding and set your horse with another pack full of fruits and bread.” She had begun to stand, “And there will be another horse with you on your journey, with even more load than you had originally intended. For I am coming with you.”
Redoran’s eyes opened in shock, “are you sure you wish to accompany me, because I am going across the world and not coming back unless I am required, you’d never see your father again. And it will be a long and arduous voyage, there will be conflicts on the road, and in the forests.”
Shilara smiled as she stood on her feet, “My father said it was fine and I chose to go, because I love you Redoran, you are exotic and handsome, what girl wouldn’t envy me, taking on someone such as you?” she embraced Redoran, hugging him around the middle, tugging him tight.
“Most women won’t envy you, because we Mystics are now thought of as demons, people who were born from fiery pits. But I don’t care, for those that are like that deserve to be punished, and I punish them.” Redoran tangled his fingers in her brown hair, teasing it between his second and third digits. “I guess you may join me, for I like your company, and you. More so you.”
Shilara beamed brightly, “Then we shall depart now, I suppose.”

Both Redoran and his companion slung the saddlebags in the saddle, preparing for their hasty departure. And as they packed their bags, Redoran began explaining what he had been sent to do, and had even shown the princess his gifts, the jewelled, silverin wood wand and Turic, each she took herself to her hand, letting them rest in her grip.
Redoran took hold of his shire’s mane, and hauled himself into the leather saddle astride the mammoth beast, while Shilara hoisted into the saddle via the set of stirrups. 
“While we are on this journey, I will teach you to defend yourself, and I might be able to teach you to use magick, if you so wish.” Redoran patted the horse’s head then tickled its belly with the heels of his leather, riding boots.
“Then I will greatly enjoy, for you must know much and will not force upon me many things.” She smiled as she pressed her horse forward with a squeeze of her legs.
They started off at a steady trot, gradually increasing their speed as they rode away from the large city, they knew not which direction they were going, but only that the city lay behind them, and that their future lie ahead.