A deep fog ghosted over the marsh, clouding Roa’s vision of the southern lands. She forged ahead regardless of the partial blindness, confident in herself and in her young niece that no landscape would be enough to cause them trouble. Southerners did not appreciate how easy it was to traverse the inland areas without any snow or ice to impede them.
She snorted as some of the mist tickled her nose, sending vapors curling up around her in the puff of air.
She wasn’t interested in stopping for the scents of rogues wandering here and there; Roa had somewhere to be. Wherever Tunglid had gone, she would be there. For family, family that had not pushed their limits too far.
Family she should have defended the first time.
There was no time for bitter what-ifs of the past, however. Only forward, into the early morning mist, into the southern marshes.
Sep 10, 2018 02:03 PM
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