Jancis managed the early morning with a light smile. Luckily Aya had been in her path, sweet woman as she was had the power to always carry a smile despite the look of terror that had been on her face bells earlier. The cheerfulness and promise to speak of better times were heartening.
Time had slipped past her and Jancis wasn't really sure how long ago she had seen the look of terror on the lady's face, how long ago Cici had called her name in panic to no avail, how long she had been running through the canyons and valleys of the desert in search for the black-haired highlander responsible. Her legs and feet were aware of how long it had been, but they did not state their case too loudly.
In the end, Jancis came up with nothing useful, though rumors and words still danced in the air of the city. Some say she got away, some say she was caught, some didn't care if the woman got away with it regardless of her motive of provocation.
But she would care, Jancis' mind wandered to the red-haired paladin as she washed her dust-coated and sweaty clothes as best she could with a washcloth.Â
Cici would care that such an action happened right before her.
The sun was already rising, which was good enough to dry the simple doublet and pants in the sunshine of a window ledge. Washing herself up in the same manner, she closed her eyes for a few hours rest. Sir Yigir would have more answers once Jancis could find the axeman.
It was not your fault nor responsibility, Cici. Thaliak shall allow this woman to know such. Pray Sir Castille speak such wisdom to her. Pray she sleeps now.
Time had slipped past her and Jancis wasn't really sure how long ago she had seen the look of terror on the lady's face, how long ago Cici had called her name in panic to no avail, how long she had been running through the canyons and valleys of the desert in search for the black-haired highlander responsible. Her legs and feet were aware of how long it had been, but they did not state their case too loudly.
In the end, Jancis came up with nothing useful, though rumors and words still danced in the air of the city. Some say she got away, some say she was caught, some didn't care if the woman got away with it regardless of her motive of provocation.
But she would care, Jancis' mind wandered to the red-haired paladin as she washed her dust-coated and sweaty clothes as best she could with a washcloth.Â
Cici would care that such an action happened right before her.
The sun was already rising, which was good enough to dry the simple doublet and pants in the sunshine of a window ledge. Washing herself up in the same manner, she closed her eyes for a few hours rest. Sir Yigir would have more answers once Jancis could find the axeman.
It was not your fault nor responsibility, Cici. Thaliak shall allow this woman to know such. Pray Sir Castille speak such wisdom to her. Pray she sleeps now.
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