"Are you sure I can't persuade you?"
The Golden haired woman turned back to her brother and put on a thinly veiled smile, "Vald, if you were smart, you'd come with me. You know better then to ask me that question anyway. I go where the battlemaiden calls. She will not be denied."
The dark clad man moved away from the post from the dock he was leaning on, to move closer to her, "I cant leave. You know theres still so much I cant remember. I need you here."
The woman chuckled, "Ironic isnt it that you chased me here and now Im leaving," she sighed, "it is as was given down by the battlemaiden. You should come with me! I will help you with your memory if you just come along! Forget this place, with its greedy merchants and its ominous future! Come with me and together we can put together the pieces!"
Vald looked across the Vesper and looked back towards the town. he restrung his bow and set it to the ready on his shoulder, "I better get back to the dale. If your vision is also true, they are going to require every man, woman and child, no matter whether or not they appreciate our help. I cannot leave."
They embraced, as strangers then strong as siblings, before Vald broke the embrace and ran up the road north. The woman watched him tear up the road till he was lost in the crowd. She openly wept, oh my brother, my dear brother, how foolish and ignorant you are to their hatred of us. how ignorant, how doomed you are, with the rest of them. If only the Battlemaiden could force you to leave as she did to me.
With that she collected her things and headed below deck, the flames of the dale reverting over and over again in her mind.
The Port of Vesper
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Re: The Port of Vesper
"Tonights rain is sure to be rough and hard, Vald"
The ranger considered the sky with interest at the farmers words. Vesper's night sky hid some of the clouds due to low covered smog, but the heavy set clouds could not be mistaken. "aye, looks like youll be having a good downpour for the crop"<br>
"er now" the farmer merely grinned, gaps in his teeth, "right now. So whats this about you going north for a bit? Been done tired of us, have you?"
Vald smiled, folded the note in his palm, "nay not, just business to attend to."
The farmer continued to shift the soil with his hoe, and merely grunted with affirmation, "Your going to go chase that sister of yours again, are ye? That girl's going to be the death of you if you dont get her married off to some fine nobleman or merchant."
Vald grimaced at the thought, Gwen with children, "Fallbrook, you know better then to assume that. Gwen is a free spirit. Thats like giving you a sword and expecting you to till goblin heads."
Fallbrook considered his words, "aye, but shes akin to it. Its in a womans nature. Shes supposed to be married, not galivanting all over the world, trying to spread some message of who knows what to people that frankly dont care about your barbaric ways."
"Aye, we are the barbarians." Vald shoved Fallbrook with a grin, "but you cant manage to take one bath a month. Ill never understand your southern upbringing."
Fallbrooks smile turned to a frown as Vald shifted his pack from the ground to his shoulder, "so if your not after Gwen, where do you plan on going?"
Vald looked serious, "Olaf sends word that father is falling ill. Ill not let him leave this world before I see him one last time. If Aurter should die, Olaf will need all the brothers. No exceptions."
"And Gwen?"
Vald considered, "She will have to make that decision, not me, I am not my sisters keeper. Not since she left the Vast."<br>
At this Fallbrook embraced him tightly and smiled, "you know lad, your always welcome at my farm. come when you can, if your able. A bowl of our best meats will be a waitin'."
Vast smiled with a tear and moved North up the road without a word.
The ranger considered the sky with interest at the farmers words. Vesper's night sky hid some of the clouds due to low covered smog, but the heavy set clouds could not be mistaken. "aye, looks like youll be having a good downpour for the crop"<br>
"er now" the farmer merely grinned, gaps in his teeth, "right now. So whats this about you going north for a bit? Been done tired of us, have you?"
Vald smiled, folded the note in his palm, "nay not, just business to attend to."
The farmer continued to shift the soil with his hoe, and merely grunted with affirmation, "Your going to go chase that sister of yours again, are ye? That girl's going to be the death of you if you dont get her married off to some fine nobleman or merchant."
Vald grimaced at the thought, Gwen with children, "Fallbrook, you know better then to assume that. Gwen is a free spirit. Thats like giving you a sword and expecting you to till goblin heads."
Fallbrook considered his words, "aye, but shes akin to it. Its in a womans nature. Shes supposed to be married, not galivanting all over the world, trying to spread some message of who knows what to people that frankly dont care about your barbaric ways."
"Aye, we are the barbarians." Vald shoved Fallbrook with a grin, "but you cant manage to take one bath a month. Ill never understand your southern upbringing."
Fallbrooks smile turned to a frown as Vald shifted his pack from the ground to his shoulder, "so if your not after Gwen, where do you plan on going?"
Vald looked serious, "Olaf sends word that father is falling ill. Ill not let him leave this world before I see him one last time. If Aurter should die, Olaf will need all the brothers. No exceptions."
"And Gwen?"
Vald considered, "She will have to make that decision, not me, I am not my sisters keeper. Not since she left the Vast."<br>
At this Fallbrook embraced him tightly and smiled, "you know lad, your always welcome at my farm. come when you can, if your able. A bowl of our best meats will be a waitin'."
Vast smiled with a tear and moved North up the road without a word.