The days passed with everyday a
repetition of the last. Under different circumstances
she would have relished seeing the beauty of the great forest as she traveled
north. Instead, Flindra was
concentrating on avoiding people and leaving as little evidence of her passage
as possible in case there was an enemy following.
There weren't many travelers abroad in
this part of the land. Flindra was north
of the great trade routes between the two Kingdoms. However, she had seen several troops of the
King's Rangers patrolling the roads.
They were riding in the distance and she had been able to avoid them
easily. All the same, she wondered why
the Rangers were out patrolling this far north.
She hoped there weren't bandit gangs hiding in the area. She could have trouble avoiding large groups
of Rangers or those they were hunting.
Worry visited Flindra nightly as she
sat gazing into her fire. She had been
increasingly disturbed by bad dreams.
Most of the time she couldn't even recall her dreams - they just left
her uneasy. Flindra desperately wanted
someone to talk to, someone to confide in.
She longed for her mother and Leudh for the two had the ability to
always give her comfort when she was worried.
Her only comfort came from her nightly
prayers for she remembered the familiar words her parents used when they had
prayed together as a family. The routine
made her feel deeply loved and she cherished her memories. Praying regularly also brought its own
comforts so she never skipped the practice.
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