One, two, three...
It was so hard to count. Her thoughts were scattered. The road to Vel'Anir is long and they were likely to meet a challenge or two, so she had to be prepared.
... seven, eight, nine...
Valandil was safe. That was perhaps her main concern. He was to stay with his Uncle, Kaisane. After everything he'd been through, he needed some security. Kai was just the person.
... twelve, thirteen, fourteen.
Relieved that all of her throwing knives were accounted for, she began to secure them into place - three on each thigh, two on each arm, and two on each calf. Each throwing knife had been pre-coated with poison to ensure the weakening of her opponent. Her main weapons, two 14 inch Elven daggers, rested within their sheaths upon her hips. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and then swung her cloak around her shoulders. No rain clouds in sight so there was no need for her hood.
... at least until I reach Vel'Anir.
She paused at the sound of footsteps approaching - no doubt Ericnox. He must be ready to depart. Niandra turned to catch her reflection in the mirror. Her gaze locked onto the blue and green eyes peering back at her.
... green. Why is my eye green?
Shaking the question from her mind, she lowered her gaze and stepped towards the door. It was time. She needed answers. With no certainty of what they were searching for, they would set out into Falwood. No matter what they might find, she vowed to avenge her fallen sister, and take back her home.