A short girl rides up to the edge of the tallest mountain in Nubes; her face obscured by the hood of her navy robe. At the edge she expertly dismounts her shire and commands him to stay. She slides her two-handed sword into its sheath on her back, between her mace and kite shield. She walks forward until it seems she may fall off the ledge. As she drinks in the view; the grassy fields, the lynx and the wild dogs, the mountains jutting out of the ground stretching off into the horizon; memories come flooding back.

*Flash*He rides her through the valleys between peaks, pointing out the different animals.

*Flash* He shows her the view from the tallest mountain and promises she won't fall.

*Flash* Him and Her, sitting at a campfire by the ledge, the fire illuminates his silver spiky wolf cut andhis jadeeyes.

*Flash* He sets off fireworks for her, white and blue light exploding all around.

*Flash* They sit at the edge of the peak talking as the sun rises in front of them turning the landscape to shades of blue, pink, and orange.

She peels off her hood to reveal a serious face that shows wisdom beyond her age. Inky black hair done up in a high new ponytail with bangs that brush her sad jet black eyes. She twists the ring on her left hand as she wonders what he would think if he knew, though she doubts he would even recognize her now. With her formerly short ivory hair now grown long and dyed black, once ultramarine eyes now also black, it was unlikely. Even her age had changed, now ten when before she was twenty-some, she had stopped counting after eighteen.

She reached into her robe and into her satchel and pulled out the bouquet from her wedding. The edges of the white rose petals now turning brown from 4 days without water caught and held her attention for but a second. She ripped the paper wrapping from the roses and held them tightly, letting the thorns dig into her skin. As the breeze picked up into a steady wind she threw the flowers off the mountain and into the wind, watching until they were out of sight. She looked at the paper for a moment before folding it into a paper airplane and throwing it as well.

A light drizzle began to fall just then, and she pulled her hood back up and walked back to her horse. "No time for self pity," She murmured to herself, "That good-for-nothing apprentice of mine can't do anything on his own," She mounted her shire and began riding back to the port in hopes of catching the boat to Uladh, hoping her husband wouldn't need her for a while. She did love him, but just needed some time, time to remember, and time to forget.

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A/N: If people like this soon-to-be series, and I get any amount of reviews, I may expand it and make it longer. Thanks for reading ^_^