A Neverwinter Journey
1st of Summer, 513 AV
1st of Summer, 513 AV
She hadn't slept all night. Transformed three times, gotten hungry because of the quick succession, gone to the mess hall for food, and by that time...well, there had been no reason for sleep.
So instead she stripped down, she pushed herself up off of the cold stone floor, arm muscles straining in the early morning effort, up, down, up, down, up, down, until she couldn't lift her weight. She breathed in and out slowly then flipped onto her back, sitting her toes under the edge of her bed she did the same with sit ups until her abdomen burned. She gave herself a break to stretch out her arms and legs, neck, fingers...then she began again.
She probably hadn't done it for more than a bell when she became bored, so the Kelvic rose, put on her furs, boots, gloves, and trekked quietly down the hallway. It helped to have padding on one's feet when one was trying to sneak by a full barracks full of bears and Vantha, but even so she remained cautious, kept her movements slow, breathing quiet, and slowly, slowly pried open the doors enough to slip out into the chilly darkness before setting off at a dead sprint toward the heart of Avanthal.
She didn't last long. Wolverine's were durable creatures, but she was no swift runner like some of the Icewatch scouts who could run for leagues without tiring. Her legs burned from her work out, lungs crying for relief, and she stopped at a small out building, leaning against the frame to catch her breath. A year in the watch and she still couldn't keep up. Did that have to do with her being unbonded as well? Some lack of prowess therein? Sliver growled derisively. No if she was lacking it was her own damn fault and no one elses. It hardly mattered now though...now that she was about to leave.
The decision had haunted her for the past week, and it had showed. She had been isolating herself from her brethren even more, sat alone during meals and rarely talked to anyone, even the twins and their bears. She avoided Jaerith like he had a contagious disease...but today that ended.
It was the change of the season and with it she had to go, to set out again. She had thought Avanthal home, the place where she could stay, find a bond and never want for anything again. She could serve its people and be content. She still wasn't sure if her original idea had been wrong, but Morwen's words rang in her head. Perhaps she wasn't meant to find it here, maybe this was just another step in her journey.
She found it hard to believe, but her Queen had the wisdom of a thousand lifetimes, and she trusted her implicitly. If she was not finding herself here, and Morwen had said it was alright to leave...well...it seemed the only choice she had left to her, especially when she was hanging onto the Icewatch like stray thread, out of place and useless.
She rubbed her face with a gloved hand, and brown eyes gazed forlornly at the darkened city, its precious glowing buildings silenced in the pre-dawn darkness.
She walked slowly back to the barracks...slow enough to watch Syna's ascent in the sky. Jaerith would be awake by the time she returned, and then she could finally face him, and stop being such a petching baby.
