A Seamstress Returns
Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 5:16 pm
At the northern most point of Myrken Wood the young seamstress dismounted her tired beast of a horse and wearily made her way into the township. Finding many new faces and high tensions in the slightly more devloped and altered place. Her braided auburn hair was coming lose and her steps waivering despite her efforts.
It had been nearly three months since her last evening in the usually safe and sometimes pleasent Myrken and she looked leaner and more tired than she had when she'd first arrived nearly a year and a half ago. It seemed both times would serve equally as an escape from foreign lands, only this time more narrowly than the first. Her clothes hadn't been mended since she'd left and her shoes had worn through weeks ago, leaving her blistering feet more vulnerable than ever.
Although her will would push her to the ends of the earth, her body collapsed there on the road midway between the Broken Dagger and Gilroy Pass...
It had been nearly three months since her last evening in the usually safe and sometimes pleasent Myrken and she looked leaner and more tired than she had when she'd first arrived nearly a year and a half ago. It seemed both times would serve equally as an escape from foreign lands, only this time more narrowly than the first. Her clothes hadn't been mended since she'd left and her shoes had worn through weeks ago, leaving her blistering feet more vulnerable than ever.
Although her will would push her to the ends of the earth, her body collapsed there on the road midway between the Broken Dagger and Gilroy Pass...