Moturdrn

[08-Feb-2005]

Looking over the edge, she watched as the waves rose slightly, then crashed upon the hull of the boat. Lifting and turning her head slightly, she looked back to the land she had grown to call home, where she'd lived, through the good times, and endured in the hardships. Now it would be nothing more than a memory... for how long?
Her mind wandered back to events of last night.

Some fighting had obviously broken out with some folks from other lands, which she had missed. The Commander had been injured, and that Cleric... had obviously not set her straight good enough the first time, as she later needed yet more medical attention.
She managed to speak to the General in the end, which led her to here now, his words of not to waste time, and that she should be gone already. A slight smile crossed her face. The Army looked after it's own, and those in Gorimdor would have to try pretty hard to live up to how she viewed those back in Akalabeth.

She'd pinned her badge, which made clear she was of the Army in those lands to a door of the inn, where the Commander was. Should anything happen... it would be safer there with them, than with her where she may lose it.
There had been one final article to rid herself off. She had removed it slowly from her backpack and went to throw it, throw it over to the fires below in her room, when she had frozen. Screaming occured, but there was no-one around to cause such noise. Then she had smirked slightly, knowing what it was, the problem, the cause, and her hands slowly released their grip on the book, as it plummeted downwards and disappeared beneath the hot flames and molten rocks.

She turned to face the front of the boat, leaning slightly on the side railing. Home... what would become her home... lay ahead of her...
...and so did answers.

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