She must have come through here. Emeria leaned against her spear, staring across the waters and wondering where she could have gone to. The world, she knew, was vast, but what was vast in the eyes of someone who had never left Nordengaard? The journey from her home to Withereach had been long enough and she hadn't yet left their kingdom. And further out there, who knew what lay ahead. Would it be ever possible to find a lone woman in an entire world?
Emeria knew she had to start somewhere. She must have come through here and as soon as the woman had left she had left rumours of her presence. It hadn't taken long for this Nordenfiir to hear what people had to say, but most preferred to direct her to other people than share their own knowledge.
Several had been pointing towards a certain Nord, a witch whose secretive nature seemed promising. The retinue of Kingsguard she had arrived with had scattered across Withereach, in search of the woman, but Emeria herself had learnt, not minutes ago, from a pretty looking boy that Sigrith would be passing through here shortly. It hadn't left her any time to find the Guard, but enough to send out messengers for them to reconvene where she stood, hopefully while she was still with the woman.
She glanced across street, growing impatient. Waiting helped with nothing. During this time there were other people to be asking, other people that might know something. If Sigrith didn't appear, if she didn't know anything, if she didn't want to share, it would be wasted time. And Emeria knew that with every second, the granddaughter of the old king slipped further out of her grasp.
"Finally," she muttered under her breath as she spotted a figure that could match her description appear in the distance. She smelt vaguely Nord, was small for a Nordenfiir, and her hair was dark to white. She pulled away from her spear, which she shifted into her other hand to extend her dominant one in greeting. "Ahoy there. Do you have a moment? I have some questions to ask you, on behalf of the King."
Emeria knew she had to start somewhere. She must have come through here and as soon as the woman had left she had left rumours of her presence. It hadn't taken long for this Nordenfiir to hear what people had to say, but most preferred to direct her to other people than share their own knowledge.
Several had been pointing towards a certain Nord, a witch whose secretive nature seemed promising. The retinue of Kingsguard she had arrived with had scattered across Withereach, in search of the woman, but Emeria herself had learnt, not minutes ago, from a pretty looking boy that Sigrith would be passing through here shortly. It hadn't left her any time to find the Guard, but enough to send out messengers for them to reconvene where she stood, hopefully while she was still with the woman.
She glanced across street, growing impatient. Waiting helped with nothing. During this time there were other people to be asking, other people that might know something. If Sigrith didn't appear, if she didn't know anything, if she didn't want to share, it would be wasted time. And Emeria knew that with every second, the granddaughter of the old king slipped further out of her grasp.
"Finally," she muttered under her breath as she spotted a figure that could match her description appear in the distance. She smelt vaguely Nord, was small for a Nordenfiir, and her hair was dark to white. She pulled away from her spear, which she shifted into her other hand to extend her dominant one in greeting. "Ahoy there. Do you have a moment? I have some questions to ask you, on behalf of the King."