[RPG] [Somewhere on the East Continent] Waking....

[kathleen stalnaker]

The breakfast hastily eaten...the horses brought from the stables...goodbyes were said.  Isolde secured two thin blades....one in each sleeve...secured by a leather tie the could easily be pulled loose...allowing the blades to slip into her hands....a third blade rested in a pocket designed just for that purpose...in the upper arm of her jerkin...and one hide quietly in  her left boot....a daggar rested easily on her hip in its sheath...a beautiful peice of work...a gift from her mother...all the blades she carried had been gifts from her mother....on her back she slung her bow and a quiver of arrows....
   
  Nodding to Gran and Da...she hugged them both....allowing her self the tears that fell while they were in the yard still....
   
  Sean clapped her on the shoulder and said..."It is time we left lass....we've much ground to cover before nightfall..."
   
  Wiping her eyes dry she smiled and Gran and Da and kissed them both....."I love you." was all she said as she mounted her horse and turned to ride off with Sean...a falcon following close as they rode out in fog shrouded morning...




"Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?

from Sabriel by Garth Nix

 



		
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