Annundir

Arthasdir watched Sparrow fall asleep beside him at the new camp as the group was joking to relieve the tension of the long night. Dawn had not yet approached despite the swift ride the Two had undertaken into the Greenway. She had said she intended to gather supplies from one of her hiding places as most of their former camp at Trestlebridge had been destroyed in the attack, but his gut told him to ride after her. She had appeared again just as the attack was launched on the unexpecting city, driving through the enemy lines from the northern side of the bridge.

The Night is filled by the sound of howling, her hands are shaking as they pass through the pitch black wood. The smells are too familiar she knows if she climbed one of the towering trees her eyes would fall on its outline atop the ruined hillside. She wonders how her steps are repeatedly borne back to these paths against her own will her heart feels clenched inside her breast.