It was morning. Anarya was woken by the cries of the ravens outside her window. She rolled out of bed, blinking and squinting in the light. She dressed in a usual day gown, and then, fom her closet grabbed her sword. Carefully, almost gently she hilted it at her side, and proudly drew herself up. The other travellers had better respect her! She walked down into thhe forge and called Buck, already there, to her.
"IŽll be gone for the day." And for the next few weeks!she added silently. "Can you tell the others to work off the orders in the red book first?" He noddded, looking important. She left her forge and crossed the street.
Anarya entered the Inn. She turned around a corner and walked right onto Avery and Ajada, squabbeling as per usual. Kalir was standing by them, looking very amused.
"Hello," the smith smiled at him. He looked at her.
[ May 28, 2003: Message edited by: Manardariel ]
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