anais nighteyed
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- Posted: Sat, 09 Mar 2013 16:29:49 +0000
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xxxxxxxxKemun Eldstra
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- Working methodically with Nesa, the flock caught fire and Agamemno’s barbed birds began to fall from the sky. Amid the turmoil she had glimpsed a winged man felling one of the Mage’s beasts, and she’d given the fellow a second look to be sure her eyes weren’t playing tricks. He wasn’t familiar to her, but she didn’t inquire about his presence. Once she cast a glance at Nesa, uncertain and curious, as if to ask the girl if he was with the caravan.
Sadly looking on at the charred carcasses strewn on the ground, she was suddenly bitten by sympathy. The smell of burned flesh was in the air and she shielded her nose with her sleeve, hoping the wind would carry it away. These creatures had all been manufactured for one purpose, and that was to do the Mage’s bidding. She knew they’d attacked the caravan with ill intent, and she in turn had returned hostility. She’d had little choice, but when she saw her handiwork she felt remorse.
Flinching at the Mage’s disbelieving exclamation, she looked up and caught sight of his retreating figure disappearing into the forest. “Is he fleeing?” That seemed like the opening they needed, but doubt made her hesitate. Was he planning to pursue them? She hadn’t expected him to give in so willingly, but Velius was already encouraging them to take to their wagons. That was that, or so she hoped. “Be on your guard,” she told Nesa, evidently bothered by the Mage’s hasty departure. If he returned, she shuddered to think what he would conjure.
Heading for her wagon, the merchant intended to find Willa before seeing to anything else. Lingering on the steps, she rapped her knuckles on the doorframe and called out to the woman. She nudged open the door, peering inside. There was a bundle of provisions lying unwrapped on the floor, and she realized she hadn’t taken Willa’s appetite into account. She was too accustomed to caring for her horse, her wares, and herself. That was the way she’d lived for some time, it was simple and unburdening. Then she noticed her guest reclining in the corner, and Kemun saw she was asleep. Not wanting to disturb her, she withdrew without a word and shut the door quietly.
She then went to console her horse; it would take him time to forgive her for putting him through such an ordeal. Kemun climbed into the seat, eyeing the trees with suspicion. She took the reins, mulling over the day’s events. Her pipe was still broken, and she sorely wished it wasn’t. What would become of Lenti? She didn’t want to guess at the town’s fate, and she didn’t dwell on the matter. Kemun was confident she could provide for the three of them, but she didn’t think Willa would want to sleep in her cramped wagon for very long. Didn’t the caravan have a few to spare? That could be worried about somewhere down the road, she decided, once danger was far behind them.