Morwee

Getting up was difficult. His legs were not used to carry the weight of his body, even the little that was left. As he walked, again and again he had to hold on to the walls and pieces of furniture, sitting down frequently. As old and exhausted as his body felt, his mind was flowing with energy, his will rekindled. And so he made himself get up and walk among the trees as often as he could muster the strength. The peace of the wood and the ever present whisper of a song in the air soothed his physical pain and strengthened the resolve of his mind.

The fire crackled pleasantly between the two battle companions, a sense of peace between settling over them. The shadows of the night were chased away by the light of the campfire and covered both the Savage Woman and the Golug with pleasant orange and yellow shades. 

Returning from the Lair was a noisy affair. The place was so recluse from the rest of the world, that she had nearly forgotten what it meant to be part of something bigger than just her and her sole companion. And truth be told, the noise was grating on her nerves already. 

Golug, were in her humble opinion, a nuisance. Brushing a bit too fiercely her steed, the horse snorted irritably and quickly the Savage Woman patted him on the rump, trying to soothe the beast. After a few minutes of murmuring nonsense to the horse, she went back to her task, muttering under her breath concerning the pointy eared, greenery nonsense loving race. She really disliked the one who had threatened to shoot her.

Too much happened in too little time. And the more things that happened, the less Assaj felt in control of the situation. And feeling powerless was something she was not used to feel. Far too many emotions were warring inside of her, most of them foreign, and all of her usually so reliable instincts were a mess, leaving her with nothing to get a grasp onto. 

The brooch's golden frame glittered faintly under the day's first light, lying in the middle of Angelnarth's palm. He clutched it tightly into his fist, bringing it up to his chin's height as he closed his eyes. "Brother..", he whispered, "..your victory was but a delusion. What am I to do now that I stand alone.". He turned and glanced over at the woman, sleeping on the soft grass while lying on her back. Even now, there was something about her that betrayed her unease.