Disclaimer: It's all Ms. Lackey's. *pout* Except maybe Kiela and Fareia, and the other people I create, but since their in Ms. Lackey's world… Oh bah. Just don't sue me. Oh, this chapter was randomly written after I remembered I had this story up. It;s not terribly well thought out and it's kind of short, but you know...
Please review? A bit of constructive flaming is ok.
Homeward Bound
Packs are attached to her saddle, an extra pouch added for the grey kitten to settle in. Fareia, still garbed in healer greens and a warm forest-green cloak, hoists herself up to the saddle. A wave is sent to Kiela and a small group of friend as she leaves to trot down the road, beginning her trip south. Her mount, a borrowed chestnut gelding, gaily flags his tail as the light excitement of winter hints the air.
-And so a few hours later-
Horse is tied off (And yes, the horse's name is Horse for lack of author creativity) as Fare opens up saddlepacks, pulling out a small tarp to sit on while she eats her evening meal. She picks a tree to lean against, missing the noise of the dining hall back at the palace and pining for the familiar sounds of her kitchen at home. With a small sigh she looks up at the horse, who is munching away at some grain placed out,"At least it's qui-"
Her sentence is cut off as a wail of agony can be heard from the depths of the forest. On pure healer instinct, Fare leaps to her feet, leaving her lunch to go investigate and help. Carefully finding her way through the forest, in the direction of, hopefully, where the shout was coming from. Ragged breaths can be head as she makes her way in and a gasp catches in her throat as she reaches a small circular clearing. A Herald - wrists bound in chains and hanging limply from a low branch of a tree. And a Companion, sprawled across the ground, silvery mane splayed across blood-stained snow.
The healer backs towards the trees again, spinning as soon as she reaches the treeline - Only soon enough to recognize a glimps of a human figure before everything went black…
Please review? A bit of constructive flaming is ok.
Homeward Bound
Packs are attached to her saddle, an extra pouch added for the grey kitten to settle in. Fareia, still garbed in healer greens and a warm forest-green cloak, hoists herself up to the saddle. A wave is sent to Kiela and a small group of friend as she leaves to trot down the road, beginning her trip south. Her mount, a borrowed chestnut gelding, gaily flags his tail as the light excitement of winter hints the air.
-And so a few hours later-
Horse is tied off (And yes, the horse's name is Horse for lack of author creativity) as Fare opens up saddlepacks, pulling out a small tarp to sit on while she eats her evening meal. She picks a tree to lean against, missing the noise of the dining hall back at the palace and pining for the familiar sounds of her kitchen at home. With a small sigh she looks up at the horse, who is munching away at some grain placed out,"At least it's qui-"
Her sentence is cut off as a wail of agony can be heard from the depths of the forest. On pure healer instinct, Fare leaps to her feet, leaving her lunch to go investigate and help. Carefully finding her way through the forest, in the direction of, hopefully, where the shout was coming from. Ragged breaths can be head as she makes her way in and a gasp catches in her throat as she reaches a small circular clearing. A Herald - wrists bound in chains and hanging limply from a low branch of a tree. And a Companion, sprawled across the ground, silvery mane splayed across blood-stained snow.
The healer backs towards the trees again, spinning as soon as she reaches the treeline - Only soon enough to recognize a glimps of a human figure before everything went black…
