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I really hate winter. I sniffle for the thousandth time since we’ve started our journey. It’s the end of season, and still, it’s so darn cold in this place. Hell, it was even snowing a little bit last night. Is this world alright? Is this global warming? Something needs to be done about this. I h
The sound of our footsteps is loud in the silence. Well, my footsteps. Zen moves like a shadow, and I wonder how someone a head taller than me can move through grass and past wide trees so quietly. The sun is nearly set, and it’s getting increasingly hard to see where I’m going. My gaze flickers t
I shift my gaze back to Zen “Hey— “Are you still upset with me, My Lady?” Zen stands to his feet Huh? I blink up at him. I thought my behavior would’ve told him I’m not. What he said last night still hurts, but only because I’d put too many expectations on him. It would be childish to be angry wit
This feels more important that his vow, which was made on the biases of pride on his side and distrust on mine. But this, a partnership for an indefinite period of time, is only going to work with trust. “Who knows?” I put my hand in his, hold tight as we shake. “It could turn out to be for the bes
The sound of cackling fire never ceases to put me on edge. After a quiet dinner, I find myself moving away from the campsite and towards a plain covered with moss. This far, the sound of fire and the occasional laughter of the soldiers seems distant enough for me to tune out. I breathe in the cold
“What did you want to talk about?” I ask, putting those thoughts away for now Dinah gives me a sheepish smile “Well… I’m not too sure.” I can’t begin to fathom her thought process “Then why are you here, My Lady?” “I keep thinking I need to have more information,” Dinah says, a little sullenly “B
There was no satisfaction, no contentment, no restored glory. Only empty rooms and a full graveyard awaited me. Even the temporary sense of purpose was gone, and only memories remained. Sleepless nights and an endless abyss greeted me. The curse of time, greater than any other. “There was no point,
“For now, there’s nothing to worry about,” I say, and the incessant nudge fades. Those words are true too, even if only for now. There is no point in taking apart every problem this very moment. They have to be figured out as we approach them. “Alright then,” Dinah says, letting out a breath She