I have buried myself in every place I have ever been.
Liffey stood at the top of the crumbling stairs that led into Ost Guruth, her hair whipping around her face as the wind pushed at her. It was talking to her again today, telling her that this was right, and she had to leave. She stared at her home, taking it all in, every minor detail. She had been born here, she was raised here. She had made and lost friends here. She had lost and found her love again here. She'd left Ost Guruth numerous times, she had traveled to the Trollshaws or in the opposite direction to Bree. She had gone as far as Enedwaith only a few years ago.
This was a new chapter, and Liffey was not sure if she would ever come back.
Turning her back on her home, Liffey quietly left the comforts of all she had known, leaving Ost Guruth behind as she descended the staircase outside that led to the small and shabby stable where her mare was tethered. She still wasn't sure where they were going or what they were doing, but she had a determination to see it through. She'd go to her parents' small cottage and tidy it up, clean it out and throw away any trash or food. She'd ask her neighbor to watch it while she was gone. She'd deliver the letter to Camrin and then they'd be off.
The wind kissed her cheek, telling her that she was going in the right direction. Still, as she urged her mare up the hill that led to the crumbling road that ran through the Lone Lands, she could not help but turn around in her saddle to look at her home.
