On my own, once again
Her escape from the town on the previous night had been as uneventful as she had hoped it would be, nobody stopping her from walking out and starting her trek. It was fortunate, as she had lacked any energy to do more than walk slowly outwards. Had anyone been chasing her, she would have been caught before she had made it to the town outskirts.
The lack of interruption allowed her to make it a few miles out before she found a small hollow to curl up in. Despite the amount of time she had spent sleeping in beds, the years that she had been sleeping on the road kicked her old habits back in and made the ground feel less uncomfortable than it may have been to a normal person. She knew that there would likely be many more nights like this as well, and so she may as well put herself back in the habit of sleeping on the road.
Although she was exhausted, she did not go to sleep until she had woven a net of magic around her small campsite. Her net had begged permission from the land and air, and with the blessing of the world there was very little that would be able to or would want to disturb her rest. Only powerful magic, woven with the intent to find her, would have been of any avail. A protection granted by the world, using the natural magic that would not be obvious to one looking for magical anomalies, was safer than most things one could weave for their protection.
As expected, she woke in the morning a bit sore but otherwise unbothered. To her surprise and great relief, there had been no dreams, no reliving of the events of the previous night. That had been the last thing that she had needed, as she would already have plenty of time to go over what had happened in her head while she walked. The trip would be long, after all, and now that she was no longer with a group there would be nothing to interrupt her contemplation.
Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.
09-Jun-2016 23:23:00
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