The Hunt Is At An End
Ulric
05-07-2021, 05:42 PM
Eska slept like the dead. The furs were perfect and the fire kept the room just warm enough to be comfortable though anything was better than sleeping out in the cold. She'd been squeezing herself into trees and logs for the past several months. A warm bed was a drastic difference. As such, she hadn't had a single dream. Just deep, restful sleep. Despite being so exhausted the night prior, Eska was up with the sun. Noting the dish and waterskin beside the pallet, she filled it and drank deeply. She hadn't realized quite how dry her throat had been. It was going to be an interesting day. Despite her outward confidence, nervousness nipped at Eska's belly. Her mother believed that she was dead. Would the woman even know who she was? Moving towards the door, the brindled fae pushed it open before stepping out into the hall. Her golden gaze scanned in either direction and when she didn't see anyone, she made her way out the front door of the castle. After moving off a ways to relieve herself, she came and sat in the courtyard. Now she would simply wait for Ulric to rise and find her. Up above the sun was shining and the birds were already singing. It looked as though it would be a warmish day. "Eska"
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