Tundras of Eretejva’s air was crisp as the season changed from summer to Fall and then the peaks would be adorned in their dresses of white, welcoming winter with open arms. It wasn’t quite winter yet, but it soon would be.
Runa had found herself in a bit of a pickle, as she had gotten her silly self-kidnapped by two mercenaries looking to make a large dollar, apparently a lord of some sort paid them to capture a Nordenfiir. She didn’t know what this lord was going to do with a Nordenfiir when he got his clutches on one, but she suspected it wasn’t good, obviously.
She was going to again be scolded for her rookie mistake in getting captured, the idea of .getting taken while trying to find some spider silk that only a certain area had, that would make her enchantment work better, was something she wasn’t going to outlive from those within Hjerim.
The coat she wore that was made of majority tan deer hide was covered in mud. The lovely speckled grey rabbit fur on the collar, also had specks of mud on it, along with leather boots, trousers shirt and hair. Runa was slightly annoyed by this, since it took forever to get mud out of her outfit, the hair was going to be fun too.
Her hands where tied behind her around a large tree trunk, the ground was cool upon her bottom as she just watched the two men create a campfire and a place to sleep for the night, as it rapidly approached.
The sky was illuminated with the brilliant bright colors of the setting sun, purples, reds, oranges, yellows and whites painted across its canvas. Runa sighed through the old brown cloth that was used to bound her mouth. It was bitter and salty; it wasn’t a pleasant taste at all.
How was she going to get out of this situation? The questioned continued to move about her head, along with, in time before her aunt would send a rescue party.
She mumbled through the cloth which only gave her dangerous looks from the men, that could probably kill her if they wanted too.
The height on them seemed to be average but they looked well build, as if they had been lifting boulder’s and the way they were dressed, screamed professional mercenaries, their faces were masked by black cloth that covered their entire face. The shadow from the black hoods helped to hide who they were even more.
A groan echoed in her brain as of course she was with two that knew what they were doing, she looked away to the side deeper in the forest, perhaps to find some inspiration of an idea.
Runa had found herself in a bit of a pickle, as she had gotten her silly self-kidnapped by two mercenaries looking to make a large dollar, apparently a lord of some sort paid them to capture a Nordenfiir. She didn’t know what this lord was going to do with a Nordenfiir when he got his clutches on one, but she suspected it wasn’t good, obviously.
She was going to again be scolded for her rookie mistake in getting captured, the idea of .getting taken while trying to find some spider silk that only a certain area had, that would make her enchantment work better, was something she wasn’t going to outlive from those within Hjerim.
The coat she wore that was made of majority tan deer hide was covered in mud. The lovely speckled grey rabbit fur on the collar, also had specks of mud on it, along with leather boots, trousers shirt and hair. Runa was slightly annoyed by this, since it took forever to get mud out of her outfit, the hair was going to be fun too.
Her hands where tied behind her around a large tree trunk, the ground was cool upon her bottom as she just watched the two men create a campfire and a place to sleep for the night, as it rapidly approached.
The sky was illuminated with the brilliant bright colors of the setting sun, purples, reds, oranges, yellows and whites painted across its canvas. Runa sighed through the old brown cloth that was used to bound her mouth. It was bitter and salty; it wasn’t a pleasant taste at all.
How was she going to get out of this situation? The questioned continued to move about her head, along with, in time before her aunt would send a rescue party.
She mumbled through the cloth which only gave her dangerous looks from the men, that could probably kill her if they wanted too.
The height on them seemed to be average but they looked well build, as if they had been lifting boulder’s and the way they were dressed, screamed professional mercenaries, their faces were masked by black cloth that covered their entire face. The shadow from the black hoods helped to hide who they were even more.
A groan echoed in her brain as of course she was with two that knew what they were doing, she looked away to the side deeper in the forest, perhaps to find some inspiration of an idea.