A friend {historical} by Hildar | World Anvil

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Summer, 1150AR

A friend {historical}

by Hildar Stormchild

I've been working with Sari Rufus for months now, and I think it's safe to say I'll miss her when we part paths. She has answers to all my questions, and although I don't agree with everything she says it doesn't seem to matter. She talks a lot of this God, Diancecht, and the great things he can do. It sounds a lot like old wives' tales to me, and for all the greatness her God seems to stand for he doesn't make much of a change to the lives of his followers. A god of healing and life, apparently. I don't think he has the power to defy the Everstorm, but he certainly has a lot of followers. Anyway, Sari's eyes light up when she speaks his name, which is not something I'm willing to give up.
The days go by faster now I have company, like she and I are our own little tribe. Going from town to town with our wagon, never stopping for very long, sometimes I can pretend we're back in the snowy wastes. Sometimes she reminds me of Drura, and I chase the thought away quickly before it does any damage.