caught in the blood-fire, caught in the haze
Argent was ready to run; and yet she couldn?t help but step foot in the North one last time, the last time for what would be months. Perhaps it was foolish of her; the pregnant woman needed to get to her intended destination, to run now and worry later, and yet she couldn?t help herself. She dared not to venture near Glaciem, but she could swear she smelled the sweet scent of her children, and her heart throbbed. She thought of Glaciem as she limped into the caverns, ready to settle down for the night. Her toes ached fiercely from too much travel, and so the silver knight picked up her foot. She missed Isardis, missed Eris, missed the presence of a warm body when she slept, the feeling of duty coursing through her veins. And yet, this was her bed, this was the fate she?d created for herself, and there was nothing else she could do. She would be damned if she let these children be killed, a fate that would certainly befall them if Isardis knew of their existences. Perhaps many would call her heartless, but the black-smeared woman could never hurt her children, out in the world or not. Being separated from her brood with Isardis stung fiercely, just as she knew it would sting as badly to be separated from these children when they were born and transported to Tortuga, but there was nothing Argent could do about it. |