Ghosts of Many Kinds [Amorielle]

Well, the pack she had joined was no more. Amory had been worried about Noelle, but she knew she would be in good hands. As long as she was safe, that's all that Amory cared about. She made sure her friend was safe and well before inevitably leaving her, and although she and Noelle had been companions since before and after the fall of Valhalla, she simply refused to continue dragging the poor half-blind woman around with her anymore. Noelle deserved somewhere she could settle and be happy, maybe one day find love if that was her thing. As for Amory? It was high time she returned to her family's last known location. She knew they'd be in old Valhallan lands, the Adravendi had lived there for generations after all, and she didn't see her brother going anywhere else. Leaving Noelle behind was bittersweet, but Amory promised she'd visit. The taking of Norad was perhaps a sign that Amory wasn't meant to be there, so she struck out and started to make her way back to Boreas.

The other downside to Norad's fall, was the fact they had to leave all their supplies behind. She had absolutely nothing now, and she'd have to try and at least replenish the basics for travel before Winter set in. She knew she could find most of it in Druids Moor, but what if something happened before she got there? She could hold her own, sure. But...there were a lot of what ifs poking at the back of her mind. Sighing, she got closer to the Dam, the sound of water reaching her ears and she decided she'd stop here to get a drink and some rest. Maybe she'd get lucky and find some of what she needed, but she'd need something to hold it in, first. Even her travel bag had stayed behind...oh well.

With the lemur on her back, she slowly made her way toward the Dam. Her magpie had flown on ahead some time ago to scout and make sure all was well, and so far, she hadn't gotten any word back. She walked in silence as she planned her next move, and it was then that her bird came back, chirping at her as if she'd found something! "Amorielle! Come look what I found!" Without another word, her companion flew back off into the direction she had come. Curious, Amory followed the birds whistling, and before long, she found someone she swore she hadn't seen in ages!

"Corán! An tusa i ndáiríre?" Her wide eyes and sudden stop betrayed that she was surprised to see him. Could it truly be him?

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think