A Clearing In The Preserve [Saturday Morning]

[wrongkindofsith]

"It's not that I'm unhappy or ungrateful they came, even if I wasn't expecting them."

Cara was not avoiding either of her guests.

"Or that they walked in on us, we'd barely even gotten started."

Because that would imply there was a problem with Richard or Kahlan being here.

"...rum is not the solution to all of life's problems."

People sneaked out of their rooms to find a random squirrel to talk at about things which most definitely weren't problems with all the time. Right?

[For the one with the most epic hair on the island.]

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After Kahlan and Richard had decided it was best to divide and conquer, there were really only two places to look for Cara. Surprise surprise at finding the Mord'Sith in the second place she had thought to look.

"I've always thought some solutions came just through sharing your troubles with a friendly ear," Kahlan said, a breeze filtering through the trees and blowing her skirts and glorious hair in a manner that could almost be deemed magical.