Runa had a woken the next day with more determination then before, she had to find the item that would bring her closer to her goal. She took in a deep breath letting out slowly leaving a cool mist floating high up in the air, there was a bitter chill this morning and so Runa pulled her shawl made out of animal hide closer to her shoulders for warmth.
She mounted her stead and with a pull of the reigns and a soft kick of her heels on the sides of her equine friend she was off down the path the forest so kindly laid before her. Runa allowed her thoughts move in and out of her mind, things of what to expect, what the item might look like, would she even be successful. It all swirled around like a tornado in the dark depths of her brain, until something caught her attention from the corner of her eye.
It was a flash of shadow, someone or thing was following her, keeping her composure and not wanting to give the impression that she was aware of the creature stalking them, she kept her same movement preparing for a sudden ambush if one did so appear.
Father time let time pace without even one shriek of war, as the shadow continued to weave in and out of the tree’s hoping from one place to another, keeping steady pace with the Nordenfiir.
She mounted her stead and with a pull of the reigns and a soft kick of her heels on the sides of her equine friend she was off down the path the forest so kindly laid before her. Runa allowed her thoughts move in and out of her mind, things of what to expect, what the item might look like, would she even be successful. It all swirled around like a tornado in the dark depths of her brain, until something caught her attention from the corner of her eye.
It was a flash of shadow, someone or thing was following her, keeping her composure and not wanting to give the impression that she was aware of the creature stalking them, she kept her same movement preparing for a sudden ambush if one did so appear.
Father time let time pace without even one shriek of war, as the shadow continued to weave in and out of the tree’s hoping from one place to another, keeping steady pace with the Nordenfiir.
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