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Sorsha
Back in the inn...
She emerges from her room, dressed in a light blue robe and wearing a midnight blue cloak; the dainty boots shine with newness and she tucks the amulet out of sight.
Walking down the corridor, her hands stray to the foreign items clasped onto her robes - a sling and scythe. As she enters the serving area, a lump forms in her throat ~ To part with Winthorp so soon... it's almost a crime... ~ Her eyes avoid his, and the burden in her heart grows heavier.
"I... I have to go... for now." ~ Her voice trembles ~ "I don't have a choice, Winthorp... I'll be back..." ~ She flings her arms around him, allowing the tears to run unchecked down her cheeks.
"Well... as you say, you'll be back." ~ The forced smile sends another arrow of guilt tearing through her ~ "Just you remember your words, my girl... I'll be waiting for you." ~ Gesturing towards one of the tables ~ "Before you go... have a meal on the house." ~ Grinning, he proceeds to carve out the choicest meat, deliver the most savoury sweets and delicious beverage to her.
Obediently, she sits, staring at the feast before her ~ If only I had an appetite... ~ Not wanting to hurt his feelings, she begins to consume the food slowly...
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