Moturdrn

[16-Apr-2005]

She docked at the port a week later.
It was somehow as she'd expected it to be, the look, the atmosphere, the ways. Upon arrival she was shown to a nearby authorities building, where she found directions... or more so a ride, waiting for herself.
She sat inside the open aired cart. Advancements had made travel easier, yet old ways were perhaps still the best.
Carelessly she watched the passing scenery, eventually closing her eyes to rest for a few minutes... which extended themselves to several hours.

Opening her eyes, she found herself at what seemed to be a little village, most likely just a point to change the horses. The drive had departed, but he didn't return.
Instead, a second figure made their way to the cart. Visko noticed a familiar smell in the air, something she knew from somewhere, someplace before, but was unable to place a source to it. Feeling slightly uneasy with the new driver, she resorted to staying awake, curiously watching.

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It was almost two months after she'd reached the shores of Gorimdor, two months after she'd found... home.
She had been given two months leave to stay with him, her father, Koyla, and in those months she found answers to some of her questions.
But the answers just left more space to fill.
Her routine was the same. Being out of the way to others, she'd wake up early in the morning, making her way to the nearest town, or village, and then back home to prepare for the days chores. Day in, day out, like clockwork. Koyla would wake sometime after midday, and she'd stop and talk for the few hours he had consciousness, bringing food and drink when she went. Often he'd drift back to unconsciousness halfway through their talk, but Visko just made note to return to that point the next time they spoke.

She also found ‘him’. A surprise, or was it? There had to be a reason, else he’d not be there. They talked, questions on both sides…

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