[Valesse]

Valesseka wasn't sure what she wanted most... Right now she just really wanted to get out of Mirkwood, but knew that Éomeléo meant what she wanted all around. She sadly went about readying her pack. It was before sunrise still, and Éomeléo had already taken off. Guess he really didn't -want- an answer. the Arnorian thought bitterly. Well behaved... two-shoes...
She started sobbing.

Not wanting Éomeléo to see her, Valesseka flat out ran out of Mirkwood. She ran into the Anduin, only to retreat back a few steps and gape at it. Across the Great River were the Misty Mountains... and across those was Arnor... She had to cross both if she decided to drop out, or if she pushed on to get the gold. In a blur, she found some large debris floating nearby... She climbed aboard and again, in a gondola like fashion, pushed her way across.

Discarding the debris, Valesseka took lunch on the other side of the Anduin. I want to go home. She whined. I don't care for-shh grabbing her arm tightly she inspected her bandaging. Again she would need to use her quickly disappearing cash of Athelas, or risk infection... and she was better prepared to chase after Éomeléo and give him a long kiss before -that- would ever happen. Valesseka gulped and turned a brilliant red. "I did -not- just think that..."

She didn't like him! What was she thinking? How embarassing... better move. Jumpping to her feet Valesseka made for the mountains, and made quite a lot of progress in crossing them before a heavy snow started falling. I -want- to get home. I could careless about the treasure anymore. Covering her shoulders with another layer of cloak, she pushed on her way, determined to see the other side. The wind was picking up and walking was started to become incredibly labored.

I want... I want to rest. the girl sighed, but not before hearing a small and distant 'crack!', then a quickly growing less distant, rumble. Avalanche!

Panicked, Valesseka looked for something to dive under before it hit her, but found nothing. In a second she was buried in snow, and if I must say, thinking some more 'embarassing' thoughts, at least upon her own description of it. It took a minute or two, but finally she was able to surface and clamber out of the pile, cold, somewhat wet, and very alone. Cursing under her breath she found a short cave not very far from where she was covered. Too tired to continue on for the day, she made 'camp'... hoping (and dreading) that the Gondorian would show up for dinner so she could answer his question.