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Orual · 04-12-2003, 05:15 PM

Anson looked back at Rivendell, fading into the horizon, and felt a pang. He was refreshed and re-energized after his stay, and wished that he did not have to leave. He saw the wistful looks in the eyes of those who had kin or friends that they had to leave behind, and Peony's look of regret, and looked down in guilt. They had to leave. There was no time to spare. People were starving, animals were dying, and how long until people started to die, as well? What if he returned and did not have eight children any longer? What if he returned, and did not have a wife?

Fiercely he pushed these thoughts out of his mind and shrugged his pack higher onto his shoulders. If he thought of such things, it would drive him mad. He had to think that his family would survive. That he would not have to bury a child. He shook his head until he was dizzy, and ignored the puzzled stares of his companions. It would not do to dwell on that.

He heard a howl in the distance, and he fingered the hilt of his short sword, sharpened in Rivendell. Those wolves were closer, if he was hearing right, and in such matters he was rarely wrong. He found himself glancing back at the road behind them. How much time did they have?

[ April 14, 2003: Message edited by: Orual ]

04-12-2003, 05:15 PM	#62
Orual Speaker of the Dead Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Superbia Posts: 868	Anson looked back at Rivendell, fading into the horizon, and felt a pang. He was refreshed and re-energized after his stay, and wished that he did not have to leave. He saw the wistful looks in the eyes of those who had kin or friends that they had to leave behind, and Peony's look of regret, and looked down in guilt. They had to leave. There was no time to spare. People were starving, animals were dying, and how long until people started to die, as well? What if he returned and did not have eight children any longer? What if he returned, and did not have a wife? Fiercely he pushed these thoughts out of his mind and shrugged his pack higher onto his shoulders. If he thought of such things, it would drive him mad. He had to think that his family would survive. That he would not have to bury a child. He shook his head until he was dizzy, and ignored the puzzled stares of his companions. It would not do to dwell on that. He heard a howl in the distance, and he fingered the hilt of his short sword, sharpened in Rivendell. Those wolves were closer, if he was hearing right, and in such matters he was rarely wrong. He found himself glancing back at the road behind them. How much time did they have? [ April 14, 2003: Message edited by: Orual ] __________________ "Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"