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A Rose In The Wind: A Saga of the Halmae -- Updated June 19, 2014
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<blockquote data-quote="Ilex" data-source="post: 4849689" data-attributes="member: 82687"><p><strong>3x03</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Arden surveyed the soles of her feet before donning her packs. Dust and dirt had seeped into the dry cracks of her calluses, making her soles black. Washing did little to help: the dirt was too deep, and she needed the calluses to protect her feet from ever-present splinters. And anyway, since they had left the river’s edge, their increasingly scarce water was better used for drinking and cooking. </p><p></p><p>For the last several days, she had been barefoot. <em>Damned silk slippers,</em> she thought. <em>More harm than good.</em> The slippers had chafed at her feet and ankles, making her soles feel as if they were on fire and raising blisters the size of coins. Blessedly, the blisters had healed, but her feet still ached. She missed her boots, which now cradled Savina’s tender toes.</p><p></p><p>Arden rushed to her feet, a bedroll in one hand and a pack in the other, as Mena approached. “How are you feeling?” Mena asked.</p><p></p><p><em>I think she really wants to know,</em> Arden thought, <em>but the truth would not help anyone.</em> “Fine, Dame Filomena, and ready to set off,” she replied, shouldering her packs. Years of practice had taught her to wince on the inside.</p><p></p><p>“It’s Mena,” the Defier replied, kindly, as they followed the rest of the group out of the camp. </p><p></p><p><em>As long as you want to explain to the Blessed Daughter why I address you with such disrespectful familiarity</em>, Arden thought toward Mena's back. She appreciated the gesture, though.</p><p></p><p>They walked for most of the day in relative silence. The terrain was rocky, and Arden had to watch her footing to avoid stepping on shards. Mena occasionally stopped to examine a footprint, Twiggy occasionally stopped to examine a plant, and Kormick occasionally stopped to read the map or make a note in his book. <em>Who is he writing that book for?</em> Arden wondered. </p><p></p><p>As the sun began its afternoon descent, their path gradually became a canyon, with jagged tree-lined ledges above. As the ledges grew taller, Arden began to marvel at the scenery. <em>I know it’s not a vacation,</em> she thought, <em>but if someone had told me this time last year that I would be roaming the wilderness, well-fed, with people who ask how I am feeling, I would not have believed them.</em> She put away her fears and forgot her soreness, following a shadow up the cliff-wall to the green trees above. <em>It’s beautiful.</em></p><p></p><p>But as she watched the tree-line, she began to see movement. There was something in the trees above them, ahead of them, moving at the same pace they were. Someone was following them.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ilex, post: 4849689, member: 82687"] [b]3x03[/b] Arden surveyed the soles of her feet before donning her packs. Dust and dirt had seeped into the dry cracks of her calluses, making her soles black. Washing did little to help: the dirt was too deep, and she needed the calluses to protect her feet from ever-present splinters. And anyway, since they had left the river’s edge, their increasingly scarce water was better used for drinking and cooking. For the last several days, she had been barefoot. [i]Damned silk slippers,[/i] she thought. [i]More harm than good.[/i] The slippers had chafed at her feet and ankles, making her soles feel as if they were on fire and raising blisters the size of coins. Blessedly, the blisters had healed, but her feet still ached. She missed her boots, which now cradled Savina’s tender toes. Arden rushed to her feet, a bedroll in one hand and a pack in the other, as Mena approached. “How are you feeling?” Mena asked. [i]I think she really wants to know,[/i] Arden thought, [i]but the truth would not help anyone.[/i] “Fine, Dame Filomena, and ready to set off,” she replied, shouldering her packs. Years of practice had taught her to wince on the inside. “It’s Mena,” the Defier replied, kindly, as they followed the rest of the group out of the camp. [i]As long as you want to explain to the Blessed Daughter why I address you with such disrespectful familiarity[/i], Arden thought toward Mena's back. She appreciated the gesture, though. They walked for most of the day in relative silence. The terrain was rocky, and Arden had to watch her footing to avoid stepping on shards. Mena occasionally stopped to examine a footprint, Twiggy occasionally stopped to examine a plant, and Kormick occasionally stopped to read the map or make a note in his book. [i]Who is he writing that book for?[/i] Arden wondered. As the sun began its afternoon descent, their path gradually became a canyon, with jagged tree-lined ledges above. As the ledges grew taller, Arden began to marvel at the scenery. [i]I know it’s not a vacation,[/i] she thought, [i]but if someone had told me this time last year that I would be roaming the wilderness, well-fed, with people who ask how I am feeling, I would not have believed them.[/i] She put away her fears and forgot her soreness, following a shadow up the cliff-wall to the green trees above. [i]It’s beautiful.[/i] But as she watched the tree-line, she began to see movement. There was something in the trees above them, ahead of them, moving at the same pace they were. Someone was following them. [/QUOTE]
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