Meetings 9

Note: As of next week, we’ll be into a new adventure. We’ll be changing to a schedule of posts twice a week, Tuesday and Friday, so the next will be on Dec 23rd . This will give me a better chance of keeping up with it! Thanks for reading so far, and your comments are always welcome! ~Steph By early morning sunlight, Tyrel gazed in awe at the river Kieran had been aiming for. The rivers near the forts and towns were only streams, compared to this torrent. There was no sign of a ford or a bridge anywhere that…

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Meetings 8

Being able to hike all day, without tiring or needing a drink or a break, was certainly new and interesting; with the much-lightened packs as well, they travelled a long way by full dark. Tyrel wondered at first why Kieran had chosen to be an amarog all day, but he soon realized that on four feet, Kieran was trotting along effortlessly, completely unhindered by uneven ground or underbrush. Darkness was no hindrance, either; colours shifted, tinted more and more noticeably with pale yellow, but there was no loss of detail at all. They could have kept travelling all night as…

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Meetings 7 pt2

(chapter continued from previous post) Kaveri was curled up beside him, half-wrapped in a blanket. Tyrel laid a hand on her shoulder and said her name, then gave her a gentle shake. She stirred, stretched and yawned, then sat up, combing her hair back out of her eyes with her fingers. Thrall chains and cuffs glinted in the moonlight; Tyrel found his thoughts turning to how badly Kaveri probably wanted to be rid of them, and how they could achieve that. “Now,” the no-longer-amarog said gravely. “My name is Kieran. Your brother is not dead in any common sense of…

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Meetings 7 pt1

Having spent three nights in the cozy and dry but limiting shelter, it was an immense relief when the rain finally broke. They soaked, scattered, and buried the remains of the fire, and packed everything up. Kaveri gathered the odd mix of articles she’d collected and constructed into a net of plaited grass slung at her side and into the basket she supported on her hip with one hand. Tyrel had reclaimed his own gear, mostly out of stubborn habit, but he did make sure Kaveri kept a butterfly knife, its bronze blade safe inside the two folded-forward halves of…

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Meetings 6

Comfortable on a blanket at one end of the shelter, Kaveri sang a gratitude and blessing song under her breath while she wove the fine flexible willow into a basket. It felt wonderful beyond words to be free of the confinement of the fort, back in the woods, and doing what she was meant to be doing. At the far end of the shelter, the brothers, distinctly restless after a day spent inside, were going through their gear and checking the condition of everything. They wouldn’t find much that needed work, since Kaveri had been maintaining it herself for the…

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