The path is long and winding, but uneventful. Without the sun, she feels disoriented, unable to tell how much time passes or what direction they are traveling in. Not that any of that matters in a place like this, but she has grown up with such cues, learning to navigate the world by the sun and the moon and the stars. Here she has only foliage.
Eventually, they emerge, Quanil’s pack and staff right where he left them, it seems. What a long journey only to come full circle. There’s a metaphor for life in there somewhere, probably, but she doesn’t care to find it.
She turns her attention briefly to Freina. ”If you ever want a fun teacher, I am not hard to find. Come to the Citadel.” And with that, she nods to the group, slings her scythe across her back, and heads for the bar.
Eventually, they emerge, Quanil’s pack and staff right where he left them, it seems. What a long journey only to come full circle. There’s a metaphor for life in there somewhere, probably, but she doesn’t care to find it.
She turns her attention briefly to Freina. ”If you ever want a fun teacher, I am not hard to find. Come to the Citadel.” And with that, she nods to the group, slings her scythe across her back, and heads for the bar.
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
