Post by anasa on Feb 3, 2008 19:08:38 GMT -5
A young girl of 16 rode down the dirt road atop her filly, Nana Triban. The girl had red hair pulled back in a long ponytail. She carried her horse's reins in one hand and a tall white healing staff in the other. Her blue eyes scanned the scene before her.
Townspeople of all ages were carrying, breaking, building, or whatever they could do to help restore their home. She brought her horse to a hault, dismounted, and walked up to a woman that looked like she was in her thirties.
"Excuse me," the girl said, "My name is Anasa. I'm trying to find my teacher's estate. Do you know where it is?"
The woman blinked then replied, "Ah, yes. He told us you'd be coming through." She pointed to the east. "There's no road there, but if you ride over that hill, you should find his estate. We're very fortunate that the sanctuary has remained standing, in spite of this disaster."
Anasa smiled and nodded. "Thank you. May the fairies watch over you."
The woman gave her a strange look. "Fairies? Do you mean to say you still believe in them?"
Anasa's eyes narrowed and turned a deep violet, as they always did when she was angry.
"Well, anyway," the woman said, unaware of the damage she had just done, "You look like a troubadour would you mind looking at my son? He's sick and no one can figure out what's wrong."
Anasa's expression softened and her eyes returned to sky-blue.
"Okay," she said, tying Nana Triban to a fence post and following the woman.
Townspeople of all ages were carrying, breaking, building, or whatever they could do to help restore their home. She brought her horse to a hault, dismounted, and walked up to a woman that looked like she was in her thirties.
"Excuse me," the girl said, "My name is Anasa. I'm trying to find my teacher's estate. Do you know where it is?"
The woman blinked then replied, "Ah, yes. He told us you'd be coming through." She pointed to the east. "There's no road there, but if you ride over that hill, you should find his estate. We're very fortunate that the sanctuary has remained standing, in spite of this disaster."
Anasa smiled and nodded. "Thank you. May the fairies watch over you."
The woman gave her a strange look. "Fairies? Do you mean to say you still believe in them?"
Anasa's eyes narrowed and turned a deep violet, as they always did when she was angry.
"Well, anyway," the woman said, unaware of the damage she had just done, "You look like a troubadour would you mind looking at my son? He's sick and no one can figure out what's wrong."
Anasa's expression softened and her eyes returned to sky-blue.
"Okay," she said, tying Nana Triban to a fence post and following the woman.