Subject: A cold wind blew through the mountain pass.
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Posted on: 2016-04-22 00:26:00 UTC
The young woman shivered slightly and pulled the cowl of her cloak further over her head, hunching her shoulders against the chill.
Her horse nickered lightly, sensing her master's discomfort. The rider sighed and patted the horse's neck, letting her hand rest under the mane where it was nice and warm.
"I know, Farilan," she murmured. "But we're not going back. Got places to go, people to meet, trouble to get into. Maybe visit Doktaru, see if we can't do something about the Marizu threat in the west. Besides, Foon can take care of himself and the keep, and last I heard, Baron Phobos was planning to rule in my stead." She turned to look at the ocean behind them. Not even the monolithic Larninkurv Mountains could be seen now. Here in the Northern Wastes, it finally hit her how alone she was. "I don't always agree with him, but I think it will be okay. I mean, everyone got on just fine before my arrival." She sighed. "Yeah, we don't need to go back." She hesitated, then patted the mare's neck again, sighing heavily. "At least, not yet."
Lady Iximaz urged her horse into a canter, resuming her ride along the base of the mountains. She was soon swallowed by the night.
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Or, in other words, permaleave has become temporary hiatus. Dunno how long it'll be, but not forever.
*bows to Delta Juliette*
*vanishes once more*