‘It was I who was the wanderer. Outrunning memories that shadowed each step.’
Pio took his arm once again and turned back toward the Inn. They had come far from it, and she was growing weary. Derufin had grown silent once more, withdrawing deeper into his thoughts with each step. He almost missed her question as he probed at the soreness of these newly brought up memories.
‘M’lady,’ he said inclining his head toward her as they walked along. ‘Did you just say something?’
‘It was a selfish question, Derufin. Nothing worth repeating. I have grown fond of your company and am loth to lose it.’ A small night breeze had come up as they neared the Inn, and she leaned closer against his arm, seeking warmth.
‘Ask me, I will answer as I can.’
She shivered against the cool air, and the uncertainty of his answer. ‘Is the need still there to run from the memories . . . or, will you stay this time?’
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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