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THUD THUD THUD THUD
My feet pound against the crystal stone path out of Klarhavon. I breath heavily, trying to keep Glitter—riding atop Atani—in my sights. All things considered, this could've gone worse. It still could. The Servitor could be on my heels right now. I hope it's Kilith or Holg; even Sil'Ferrous would be preferable. But I can't risk a look back. All my focus must remain on getting to the ramshackle pier we arrived at before.
The earth quakes beneath me and I stumble, catching myself on the wall of a shop. What was—my eyes go wide. Is that Omdanne woman here now? The fur down my spine rises. Things just got worse. Panic wells. Glitter- Atani- where? There, far down the street, nearing the gates now. I jump as a hand lands on my shoulder. I spin, teeth bared, reaching for my sword. Holg retracts his hand and holds both up. I relax, and we take off again, Holg keeping a surprisingly quick pace.
Where will I go now? I ponder this question they ask me as I gently rock Glitter in my lap. She's already asleep, but I continue, so grateful to have her in my arms again. I gaze past the large rocks that make up our makeshift hideout, not far from Kord's landing zone. He isn't there now, which means unless he shows back up tonight my options are limited. Admittedly, options were already slim to none. Where can Glitter and I remain safe and out of Paritet's reach? If we could get across the channel to Isfeljor, we could chance making it to Isjorbe. Then somehow catch the attention of the Witch. Ask for sanctuary. What if she refuses? Then home? A growl nearly escapes me. Rogan. I'll tear him apart if I see him again—and besides that, home isn't hidden. The group is heading south to Nord Vineyard and then Grewl Pass; maybe Glitter and I could stay with them until we're closer to the Reulheydes. Then, could we seek out the tribes of the hills? Risky. Not only would we need to make it halfway across the continent without being caught, Paritet had been increasing their efforts to being the tribes into the fold lately. I sigh and stroke Glitter's cheek. I tell them we'll continue with them until near the Reulheydes. I close my eyes and hope for the best.
My eyes snap open and focus on Kallista gently shaking me awake. It takes a moment to realize she's telling me Kord is about to dock and unload his passenger. A quick decision then. Isfeljor and the Witch, or Grewlheyde and the nomads? Do I risk anywhere else? Glitter stirs in my lap. I hoist her up to rest against my shoulder and nod to Kallista. Wait. I draw my sword, staring at my reflection. And the moonlight illuminates Glitter within the frame. Yes. Time to start over. I plunge my sword into the rocky sand and turn to follow Kallista over the rocks to Kord's boat. Onward to the Witch Desna and her sanctuary.
Where will I go now? I ponder this question they ask me as I gently rock Glitter in my lap. She's already asleep, but I continue, so grateful to have her in my arms again. I gaze past the large rocks that make up our makeshift hideout, not far from Kord's landing zone. He isn't there now, which means unless he shows back up tonight my options are limited. Admittedly, options were already slim to none. Where can Glitter and I remain safe and out of Paritet's reach? If we could get across the channel to Isfeljor, we could chance making it to Isjorbe. Then somehow catch the attention of the Witch. Ask for sanctuary. What if she refuses? Then home? A growl nearly escapes me. Rogan. I'll tear him apart if I see him again—and besides that, home isn't hidden. The group is heading south to Nord Vineyard and then Grewl Pass; maybe Glitter and I could stay with them until we're closer to the Reulheydes. Then, could we seek out the tribes of the hills? Risky. Not only would we need to make it halfway across the continent without being caught, Paritet had been increasing their efforts to being the tribes into the fold lately. I sigh and stroke Glitter's cheek. I tell them we'll continue with them until near the Reulheydes. I close my eyes and hope for the best.
My eyes snap open and focus on Kallista gently shaking me awake. It takes a moment to realize she's telling me Kord is about to dock and unload his passenger. A quick decision then. Isfeljor and the Witch, or Grewlheyde and the nomads? Do I risk anywhere else? Glitter stirs in my lap. I hoist her up to rest against my shoulder and nod to Kallista. Wait. I draw my sword, staring at my reflection. And the moonlight illuminates Glitter within the frame. Yes. Time to start over. I plunge my sword into the rocky sand and turn to follow Kallista over the rocks to Kord's boat. Onward to the Witch Desna and her sanctuary.
- Atani
- Holg
- Kallista
- Kilith
- Sil'Ferrous
Report Date
02 Apr 2021
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