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All the little details were in order, everything was written out in concise instructions to the barrister who would handle all the paperwork. Her holdings in this land had all been transferred over into Katalin’s name, a transaction that would make Katalin a very rich woman. She had left a sealed note for Katalin, placed it in the hands of her most trusted servant. Nor would it leave Aeron in dire financial straits, not by the remotest stretch of the imagination. Whatever Katalin made of the property, was entirely up to her, it was no longer Aeron’s responsibility or concern.

Aeron spent the morning distributing small gifts among the servants, men and women who had proven their loyalty and deserved her gratitude. She took her time, as if knowing once she left, there would not be any return visits.
It had been a difficult decision to make, but reason won out over the desires of the heart. She was not a farmer, she would never be a farmer; it was not in her blood. She could not simply erase all the centuries of her existence, settle down and pretend to be something other than what she was. Granted, she had tried, but alas, building a new life, settling down to lavish in luxury, was not for her. In the end, she would go mad. It was a waste of all the things learned over so many years.
There were clearly no true reasons to remain, and the unknown road called with more power than any single lover could ever hold over her. But there was more. Something that held more power to call her name, something whispered ceaselessly in her mind. Home.


Dearest Katalin,
I leave everything I hold in these lands to you, may it serve you well in the years to come, and provide you with a home. Give my best to our mutual friend, for despite our volatile friendship, there is and always will be a bond. I am sorry, but this is not my life, and to remain, pretending that it is, is nothing but a lie. I cannot live this lie, it is slowly driving me mad; forgive me.
I shall divide my time between the unknown road and the lands that I once called home. You know where the gate is; when you have need, use it to find me.

I remain ever,
Aeron K’trenna

Returning to the stables in the morning, as she did for so many days before; the note was found. As she read it over, not just tears welled but more frustration. This was not hers, it was more then she ever wanted, or would ever ask for. The note was grasped firmly in her hands as she read it once, twice, then again trying to understand why..why her?

She looked to everything before her, the prized stallions, the mares, god the servants themselves. This was a land she had stumbled upon, a life she had slipped into accidently. The paper was folded and placed deeply in her cloak pocket within Kate's pad of parchment. It would be kept, as a reminder for now untill she had the chance to see Aeron and understand truly why this had been done. She was not just losing an employer, but a friend and her security in a way.

A deep sigh escaped her lips as she got back to her small cabin, taking out her quill before writting the words slowly, watching them appear on the paper before her like it was some strange dream.

Time and time again, every word written was scrutinized, ever piece of paper was thrown out like the one before. Words just cound say what she wished to, words didnt express all she was feeling. Late into the night, the lantern glowed its yellow hues across the small desk untill the wick was as dry as the leaves in the fall. She set down the quill and pondered with nothing more then a faint nod of her head. She had to speak with Roberts, get all her affairs in order and go to speak with Aeron herself. This would be done, tonight.

Windfeather, the nightmare was beckoned for, the stallion meeting her on the trail towards the tavern, the journey had not ended, but begun once more.