Bregoware
It's a shocking feeling to wake up and discover that the sun is already peeking over the horizon when one is accustomed to rising long before the first touches of red begin to taint the upper horizon. It's even more shocking to wake up a cynic and feel a sense of grief at being unnaccepted, unappreciated, and someone scarcely there. Thus far, Eostre thought to herself, Sythric had been the only one to even attempt to speak with her politely...
And that had probably been just because of suspicion.
She rose, rerolling her bedding almost immediately into a tight bundle, and slipping her boots and belt on before stepping off of it. It was a chilly morning, although perhaps made all the more chilly by the overwhelming feeling of death that permated the land from the village beyond the hill.
Was there anyone even left on this side of the hill? No, it seemed only the two elder members of their party out of her sight now, she thought. But if any had taken sleep in easily, she knew no certainty.
It felt so empty here, now.
|