Here is my scene that depicts my main character, Faeryn, showing emotion. 

Faeryn froze as the ground rumbled beneath her feet.  Her eyes widened and stared wildly at the prophet.  “Byerron?”  She said his name slowly, but her voice rang with anxiety and the last note squeaked with panic. 

            Byerron knew well enough what was causing the ground to shake, but he was unwilling to reveal the cause to her and thereby force himself to admit the predicament he had gotten them both into.   

            “It’s nothing,” he said, a note of haste leaking into his words despite his efforts to appear calm.  “The ground often shakes in these parts.” 

            Faeryn’s eyes contained a glint of mistrust as she stared at him, and she took one tentative step forward.  She looked up at the mountain, as if she thought she could find the reason for the tremors there, and then continued on the path, occasionally glancing down into the ravine to refresh her memory on how far it was to the bottom.

**Note: As my story is still in the making, all names, places, and events may be subject to change.** Copyright 2008 Cherise A. Do not reproduce at all without my express permission. If you like what I do, you can link to me instead.