The run...
Her legs betted fast in a mind numbing rhythmic tune, her mind wondered back to the last couple of day's, and her heart bean to throb with gilt and longing, It had been two days since she had reduced the last free rider to tears. He had called her cruel, that is what hurt her them most, she did not want to be cruel but a war was not a time to be caught up in relations of the heart. Despite everything that had happened, if he tried to court her again she didn't know if she could push him away. She had mastered concealing her emotions over the hundred years of her life but now they where bursting forth like an over ripe berry, and she didn't know if she could stop the juices from overflowing. Pushing those thoughts back to the very corners of her head, I have once again left the safety of my pine needle forest, she thought with a sense of wishfulness that they would be reunited soon. Pulling her self back to reality, she suddenly released how sore her legs where, she had been running for two days only stopping for the occasional drink of water, and now hear she was on the edge of the Hardarac Desert her long black hair tumbling down her sweaty back, legs aching and in the need of a good rest. I will camp hear, and figure out where I go next. She found a rock formation on the edge of the rolling plains that would keep her sheltered and hidden form spying eyes and set up a small camp fire under the sky where the first stars where beginning to appear. After a small meal of wild fruit and sunflower seed bread role Arya pulled out her oak hair brush out of her mothers sung pack, and begun the soothing task of brushing her hair. After the one hundredth and twenty second stroke, and all the tangles of her hair where gone Arya replaces the brush in her pack and curld up in front of the small fire. With the dark night closing in around her and Hardarac Desert looming just out side her little cove of safety, Arya falls in to her waking dreams with one thought on her mind, Faolin!...
Her waking dreams where full of flashing memoirs of her and Faolin, the first time they locked eyes in the needle forest of the home, the image of the shade's dark magic arrows piercing his chest, the first kiss, millions of memories good and bad flashing before her. Cracking her eyes open and wiping the dry slaty tears from her face as a small blue bird flitted over head, extending her mind out scouring the land for Empire solders. Finding that the landscape was indeed barren and practically lifeless save for a couple of small plants and animals. Arya pulled her self up and set out in the the bush to look for some edible plants. After returning from a very unsuccessful foraging trip, on acount of her wondering mind, she settled for a poppy seed role and some cheese. " Adurna risa." she muttered replenishing her water skins. After letting the water sink back under the dessert sand Arya began packing away her small hidden camp, rolling up her bed role and fully extinguishing the last flames and hot coals. After on last check of the site she slung her mothers pack on her back and crept out of her little safe place and started her rhythmic running. Because of the harshness of the Hardarac Desert and the Empires soldiers she was going to go around the desert and through the Beor Mountains, but this meant an extra 4 days and nights added on to her run. She was going to have to work hard to get there as soon a possible. Nasuada had called upon her and for her personal reasons she left straight after Ageti Blodhren.