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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shadowfane" data-source="post: 1042804" data-attributes="member: 13330">Tamari had been walking again last night, eventually sleep had overcome her in the arid fields her family worked in vain, and she had lain down to sleep amongst the weak stemmed crops with her wolf-fur cloak to keep her warm. Trying to work the stiffness out of her muscles, she was half-heartedly rooting out the pernicious weeds that seemed to thrive here despite the lack of rain when she heard a raven caw someplace close by. A shiver of fear ran down her spine, a foreshadowing of some malign event. Gazing up the Old North Road, Tamari pulled her cloak tightly about her to keep out a chill that wasn’t wholly the result of the weather. “Morning Tamari, up early again!” Tamari, startled, turned to see Kal’s mother approaching. She smiled wistfully at the older woman, “Good morning, to you Dalla. How are Kal and Burn?”Tamari only half heard the reply from the other woman, distracted by the sense of foreboding coming from the Old North Road, she turned her head and squinted in the grey light, but could see nothing. Realising she was being rude, she turned to Dalla blushing “I’m sorry Dalla, what did you say”. Dalla merely laughed, a seemingly discordant sound under the circumstances, “never mind dear, you youngsters always have your head in the clouds. Keep well Tamari and remember me to your mother.” With that Dalla continued towards the woods in search of blueberries. Tamari nodded absentmindedly and went back to staring up the road.“Tsk, this is foolish”, the sound of her own voice startled her and she laughed nervously. I must go and see how mother is, she thought, no time for mooning about here. With that Tamari picked up her belongings and made her way back to the village where she could see the lone figure of Choric standing atop the palisade wall. Not wanting to speak with anyone else this morning she slipped past him while his gaze was averted; she thought sourly that she seemed more and more invisible of late, and her mind turned to the open plains of the south, her homeland. She would return there one day, and…and what, that was the question. Sighing despondently Tamari continued towards her home to check on her hidden treasure, a half spear that had belonged to her father; not quite a freerider’s lance, but better than the ridiculous sticks the town guards carried.</blockquote>

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