Cisel turned to walk away from Bree, her heart still feeling the pang of sorrow in her heart after the fight she had with Gythleth earlier that day. Even though they had made up already, she still felt surprised by what he said of Mynna. The things he said she did to Rickstan. Cisel knew Rickstan to be kind and friendly to her, giving her drinks and introducing her to his wife, Cedwyn. From the stories, Gythleth told Cisel about the two’s past sort of made her even feel sorry for both. However, she knew Mynna from her time in the Wanderers, knowing Mynna to be friendly and smart. At times, she even felt jealous of how educated Mynna was compared to her. Part of Cisel didn’t want to believe what Gythleth had told her, although she knew he wouldn’t lie to her. She began to wonder if it was a big misunderstanding, or if there was more to the story that she and Gythleth didn’t know. As Cisel climbed over the hill above her makeshift home on top of the cliff over a lake, she sighed. Perhaps it wasn’t her place to judge who’s in the right and who’s in the wrong, especially without Mynna’s side of the story.
Cisel then made her way down the hill, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. Once she made it to the ruins she put her camp up at, Cisel began to move about and gather her hidden flasks and bottle. She carried the drinks, still full of liquids, to the center of the camp as she sat down and piled them up. She then waited until evening came and Rasnath approached her from behind trees. He eyed the pile of drinks as he crouched down in front of Cis, pointing to them with a raised brow. In response, Cisel pushed them towards him.
“These are all my hidden drinks. Do what you want to them.”
He nodded faintly, picking up the first bottle and threw it, allowing it to shatter a bit off. Cisel winced, looking down as he threw the rest, shattering each until all that was left were the flasks. Then, he drew his knife, and like the last flasks he’s found Cisel with, he began to stab through them. He strung each flash to each other and stood, walking towards the edge of the cliff with Cisel following him silently. The flasks flew over the edge of the cliff, plummeting downwards to the waters below as the two stood side-by-side above the water.
“You know that’s the easy part, right?”
Cisel nodded faintly, “I know.”
“You’ll probably feel sick if you do it this way.”
They fell silent for a moment before Cisel spoke again, “If I don’t do it this way, I won’t do it at all.”
And so Cisel’s newest struggle began. Her goal to stop drinking everynight.
