TheQueenofCups
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Dec 4, 2016
- Posts
- 141
The elven lands never went so cold. The rain never half like ice.
The Eldest Woman said it turned the humans' blood. And with their blood, their gods. Until it meant no great thing to slay a people. Cerid remembered being rocked next to a fire, delicate fingers run through her hair as names of dead were recited for such a long time they formed a lullaby.
She had failed.
Cerid shuddered, determined to shift past one more stand of trees and find...something akin to shelter amidst a storm that chased her ankles so aggressively she could only pin it on the power of the King's mages. She'd seen the maps, but it had been months since then. Cerid could half recall that there were villages to the north and west of the Castle. But she was only on foot and there had been no wagons that were fit to catch to make any sort of distance since she'd run madly through the tunnels below the kitchens. To take one now without a single coin for a willing driver or the strength to overpower an unwilling one was impossible. Yet another bit of her own cleverness to endure was the question of whether she'd gone north or south to begin.
Her body was beginning to shake beyond her ability to stop it as the chill of the water sunk down into her flesh. One more stand. A prayer to the Eldest Woman to find a warm bed. Cerid kept moving amidst the dark bodies of the forest.
She did not expect it, but over the ridge, as the woods opened up into an expansive plain, she saw the first structure since she'd left the city behind. A cottage. There was a fire lit inside.
It mattered not who lived there. It mattered not that they would not want her there. Cerid approached.
The Eldest Woman said it turned the humans' blood. And with their blood, their gods. Until it meant no great thing to slay a people. Cerid remembered being rocked next to a fire, delicate fingers run through her hair as names of dead were recited for such a long time they formed a lullaby.
She had failed.
Cerid shuddered, determined to shift past one more stand of trees and find...something akin to shelter amidst a storm that chased her ankles so aggressively she could only pin it on the power of the King's mages. She'd seen the maps, but it had been months since then. Cerid could half recall that there were villages to the north and west of the Castle. But she was only on foot and there had been no wagons that were fit to catch to make any sort of distance since she'd run madly through the tunnels below the kitchens. To take one now without a single coin for a willing driver or the strength to overpower an unwilling one was impossible. Yet another bit of her own cleverness to endure was the question of whether she'd gone north or south to begin.
Her body was beginning to shake beyond her ability to stop it as the chill of the water sunk down into her flesh. One more stand. A prayer to the Eldest Woman to find a warm bed. Cerid kept moving amidst the dark bodies of the forest.
She did not expect it, but over the ridge, as the woods opened up into an expansive plain, she saw the first structure since she'd left the city behind. A cottage. There was a fire lit inside.
It mattered not who lived there. It mattered not that they would not want her there. Cerid approached.