The elderly man continued on his journey, he made little presence merely hobbling this way and that. His walking stick was far too large for his tiny huddled over frame, his clothes were old, ratted and fell far too large over his seemingly fragile body. Muttering under his breath of times long past, the man was nothing to look at in fact many would not even bother. His hair was long, stringy, and nearly perfectly white - well past his prime years. Now just a lonely man that walked the plains alone. Although, in his arms he carried a small nearly pristine pink blanket a bundle he was far too protective over. He would stop only when he reached his destination, and as luck would have it - even the soldiers did not stop to take too much notice of him. But then, he was simply a old man, crazed by the looks of it and the mutterings under his breath.Â
Asgeir was his name, he had found a small child a girl he had also seen the destruction that took his city, and the family. There was little that he missed - even at his age. Tietra was her name, she belonged to Heather and her family - although he had hid from them when they searched for survivors, he would have slowed them and that was something he could not risk. Instead he let them continue on, race off towards safety, leaving him behind. But it was for that reason, that reason alone he found the girl, the blanket the tiny little cries and muffled groans of the baby girl. He would see the girl taken to safety, hopefully back to her mother's loving arms.Â
Asgeir's journey was hard, his bones were far from use to traveling such distances especially not with a tiny baby. He was not allowed many places to safely rest, nor where there places to purchase food for either of them. Stealing what he could, purchasing others, and living off the unforgiving land was the only way they survived. His eyes were always looking for where the survivors had gone, but they traveled faster, they were long ahead of them and no matter how quickly he shuffled his feet, it was quite apparent catching up to them was not going to happen. Instead he turned his attention towards their survival.Â
Doma. It became their new target, Doma. It was a place he had traveled to when he was younger and Asgeir needed a place he knew, that he understood if he was to care for this babe, until her mother returned for her. Doma, it would provide the safety they needed. And so, with that, young Tietra and Asgeir turned and departed, heading in an other direction and leaving all else behind.Â
Days turned to months and months faded into years, Tietra grew up under Doma's watchful eyes, Asgeir ensured she was raised as properly as he could with what he had - which was not much. They scraped by, and she did what she could for the only family she knew. It was not that Asgeir did not tell her of her family - it was that he was the only one there. He was her family. He made sure to tell her one day her mother would come for her, her brother would find her. The man she called Grandfather knew it would happen, knew it would come to pass. Yet, he died in his sleep, long before that came to pass. Tietra was left to her own devices, with little left to her name, and no way to know where her family was. Hope faded, and soon anger took its place. How could they not come for her? How could they forget her? How could a mother turn her back on her daughter? How could a brother forget about her? How could they not search for her? Soon even the anger faded, leaving her simply empty.
Asgeir was his name, he had found a small child a girl he had also seen the destruction that took his city, and the family. There was little that he missed - even at his age. Tietra was her name, she belonged to Heather and her family - although he had hid from them when they searched for survivors, he would have slowed them and that was something he could not risk. Instead he let them continue on, race off towards safety, leaving him behind. But it was for that reason, that reason alone he found the girl, the blanket the tiny little cries and muffled groans of the baby girl. He would see the girl taken to safety, hopefully back to her mother's loving arms.Â
Asgeir's journey was hard, his bones were far from use to traveling such distances especially not with a tiny baby. He was not allowed many places to safely rest, nor where there places to purchase food for either of them. Stealing what he could, purchasing others, and living off the unforgiving land was the only way they survived. His eyes were always looking for where the survivors had gone, but they traveled faster, they were long ahead of them and no matter how quickly he shuffled his feet, it was quite apparent catching up to them was not going to happen. Instead he turned his attention towards their survival.Â
Doma. It became their new target, Doma. It was a place he had traveled to when he was younger and Asgeir needed a place he knew, that he understood if he was to care for this babe, until her mother returned for her. Doma, it would provide the safety they needed. And so, with that, young Tietra and Asgeir turned and departed, heading in an other direction and leaving all else behind.Â
Days turned to months and months faded into years, Tietra grew up under Doma's watchful eyes, Asgeir ensured she was raised as properly as he could with what he had - which was not much. They scraped by, and she did what she could for the only family she knew. It was not that Asgeir did not tell her of her family - it was that he was the only one there. He was her family. He made sure to tell her one day her mother would come for her, her brother would find her. The man she called Grandfather knew it would happen, knew it would come to pass. Yet, he died in his sleep, long before that came to pass. Tietra was left to her own devices, with little left to her name, and no way to know where her family was. Hope faded, and soon anger took its place. How could they not come for her? How could they forget her? How could a mother turn her back on her daughter? How could a brother forget about her? How could they not search for her? Soon even the anger faded, leaving her simply empty.
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