Resignation or Liberation? …Farewell and Encounter…

A tremor had settled in her left arm as well as the small of her back. As she moved the muscles would shiver and shake and a deep exhaustion had settled over her. Perhaps it was from the journey northward or perhaps it was just the last of the sand starting to flow from her hourglass.

She arrived at the base of the falls, just as the full moon peeked out from the clouds. What should've been a warm summer night was unseasonably cool. Autumn was right around the corner and in the far north was making its presence known. A cold wind whipped its way down from the north, stirring the leaves and sending them scattering across the rocks. The rush of the water from the falls drowned out most other noise and she paused for a drink before moving on, farther north and stepping closer and closer to the Armada border. As she moved she hummed softly to herself, an old melody that she couldn't pin the origin to. There was a heaviness laid across her shoulders. A sense of ending. A hope for beginning. An acceptance that not everything would be as it seemed.