Namidre Dhendizad
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Namidre Dhendizad was more than a little upset. Her tears over having been cast from her home had already been shed, so she didn't cry as much as she had the first day or two, but it still shook her to her core. She had been walking through forests to grasslands and eventually to a more sandy place, something unlike anything she had seen before. But she saw the river, and her parched throat demanded a drink. She stumbled forward weakly, and kneeling beside the river and letting her silver staff fall to the ground, where it landed with a soft thump, she thrust her hands into the river and drank. She took several gulps, cooling her burning throat and soothing its scratchy parchedness. The sun was nearing it's ascent, the eastern sky becoming brighter as her beloved stars hid from it's cruel gaze. She had to hide from it, or risk the severe sunburns that her people had been known to get after prolonged exposure.
Picking up her staff she walked along the riverbank, looking for a rock or tree or bush to take shelter under, instead she found a small dock, a ways away was a village, far enough away to be safe from floods, and with it's houses on stilts it was even safer, but not so far as to be deprived of the fish and traffic that the river brought. She had no time to go to the village and seek shelter there, but there was a dock that could protect her from the cruel gaze of the sun. So she ducked under and curled up among the grass, and laid her head down to sleep. It wasn't long before a boat came to the docks, but the river was to low to actually dock the boat, so they had to pull it up onto the shore. Among them was a man, a young man, carrying a lute, and a sword.
Picking up her staff she walked along the riverbank, looking for a rock or tree or bush to take shelter under, instead she found a small dock, a ways away was a village, far enough away to be safe from floods, and with it's houses on stilts it was even safer, but not so far as to be deprived of the fish and traffic that the river brought. She had no time to go to the village and seek shelter there, but there was a dock that could protect her from the cruel gaze of the sun. So she ducked under and curled up among the grass, and laid her head down to sleep. It wasn't long before a boat came to the docks, but the river was to low to actually dock the boat, so they had to pull it up onto the shore. Among them was a man, a young man, carrying a lute, and a sword.