Moturdrn

[07-Feb-2005]

Silently she started to pack her items into several bags, chests, boxes, crates.
How long would she be here? The answer she didn't know but, as they say, it's best to be prepared.
She's spoken to the Commander about it, who seemed to understand, who would then speak to the General.
She'd wrote a letter shortly after, and sent it from Skara, transported over the sea by one of the Britannia to Gorimdor ferries, the recipient should have it soon, if not already.
Her mind drifted back to the events that had happened, the war with Vesper, the invasion of Trinsic, the war with Trinsic after, Glory and various other events that had gone on, more recently the issue with Vapula... Possibly one of the last duties she'd have within these lands.
Laying down on the bed, she rested her eyes. The rest of the packing could wait, she was tired, still not recovered fully.
Sleep soon came, and her mind drifted through the darkness...

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Elsewhere, far away, another was going through a similar set of actions. Packing, preparing to leave for shores elsewhere.
Two letters ontop of a bedside table, both folded but with seals broken.
One bore merely his name, the other his name and rank.
Turning slowly he looked out the door to the room and across the hallway, to a closed door. He'd let the old one sleep for now, before telling him the news, of the sister, alive, returning.
His mind turned back to packing, as he returned to face the crates awaiting him.
Seven days sea travel... Not the best method of transport... but it was bearable...
As he closed the lid on the current crate, he turned to an empty one and began to fill it.

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