“We’re headed for the Duskencleft, ” she informed Vezely, wanting to keep her in the loop, “there’s a good chance we’ll catch some there. They were experienced enough in this terrain that she trusted them, and with that they all set off. Animals backed into corners strike the fiercest, and so too will they.”Ī few commands were given and the other two split from the group in order to cover more ground, and to report back in Ost Forod should they find anything. “I have no advice, other than to give caution. “I don’t know if they’d be different than the ones you’ve dealt with in Rhûn, but they dwindle here, and quickly.” Without masters they scattered in their holes. Soon enough the camp is dismantled, looking as though they were never there, before mounting their horses. “Of course,’ came her reply, “the weather can be biting here.” Though it was a curious thing that an elf should be so affected by temperature, Créa disregarded it. Even she had wanted to get back out into the Wilds and indulge in her duties, of a life that was slipping away and would be no more than a memory.Ī warm smile is given at the regifting of her cloak, and she sling it around her shoulders, tightly secured with the worn brooch. It seemed though she was eager to get a move on, and she could hardly blame her. But the breaking of their fast and camp seemed to have stirred her, and Créa left some food nearby where she had lain in case she wanted to eat. She was surprised to find the elleth still deep in slumber, keen sensed as they were. But the days grew shorter and the summer days stretched into autumn, and one could feel it in their bones in such a cold morning as this (the uneven ground did not help things either.) ![]() Early awakenings had become second nature, these sixty odd years spent in the Wilds. The day dawns with little fanfare, the sun breaking over the hills to the east, though the trees on the slopes where they camped block the sight.
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