She awoke from a cold, deep sleep. It was like finally emerging from ice cold waters after staying under. No dreams had blessed her, no nightmares had plagued her. She was in a bedroom at the Huntsman and the Stag. Immediately, she remembered what had happened last night. The attack. She and Nimraph were running today. It was still dark out, peering through the window. Eira looked to the corner to see Nimraph slumped in a chair, fast asleep. Guilt lectured her, he had worse injuries than her! He needed the bed!
She winced as she slipped from the bed, wounds stinging. Her feet touched the floor, the cold shot up her body like lightning. She walked over to the sleeping man, the man she loved, and brushed some of his hair aside. She bent down and kissed his forehead, repeating her promise, "Wherever you go, so do I."
She stood straight up, walking over to her possessions in the corner. She had a traveling outfit, the bright blue one, in the pile. Eira removed the robes she had worn last night and now dressed herself in the travel gear. Then, she checked over her equipment. Camcalar had been cleaned, retaining its usual icy glimmer. Her walking stick was leaned against the corner. Some basic supplies were in her travel pack, and she had her journal Madaurbeth.
She started to pack things in a fashion for travel, her mind falling back to last night. The Huntsman and the Stag had been attacked by Angmarim searching for a traitor, Nimraph. Eira's eyes hardened in determination, she would not let them take him. He was the person she was sure could completely understand her. She had not yet told Demlemoth and Egfor the extent of Aglarari's crimes. But Nimraph? She knew he had a vile reputation, and she knew he regretted his actions. He was the one person who could truly relate to her, even her ugly side. She finished getting everything ready. All that needed to be done was to walk up to them and take a pack, sword, staff, fishing pole, and leave.
She sighed, pulling her bright blue hood off her head. Her jet black hair was tangled from the night's sleep. Yes, she had removed the blonde dye. It was useless now. Egfor had escaped the fight yesterday with minor wounds. She and Nimraph, however, had far worse. Wounded as they were, they were fleeing to Goldgel's brothel to hide in the morning. She did not look forward to that place, but she had vowed to stay by Nimraph's side. Besides... she had a hunch that her cover had been blown, just like Nimraph's. They were both hunted as traitors of the Enemy, one of the things that bound them together. She would run with him, fight with him, and even die with him. She walked over to the chair, her raw strength allowing her to gently pull him from his seat. Doing her best to not wake him, she moved him to the bed and placed him on it. Then, she turned around to finish her preparations.
Whatever lied ahead, she felt strangely able to face it. Life was cruel, so? She would take it on this time. Aglarari's power was burning in her once again, even if as a final life line.
