The Northern Warrior, posted 9/7/99 at 10:50:02 AM
The broad blade hung weightless on her muscled back as she rolled her rare herbs and leaves only found scattered among the frozen wastes of her homeland into countless plain cloth bandages and tucked them beneath her belt. Dirt caked boots struck against the wooden floor of her cabin as she slowly, thoughtfully gathered her armament...each of the pieces that had once been blessed by sparks as they crossed his sword or battled his shield at one time or another...
As the mark of ancient stab wounds beneath her ribs grew cold, she sadly fitted her assassin-touched blade into place at her side, and with a quick whirl of her heel and furl of her cloak marched out the door, her calm face and melancholy moistened eyes masked by the black slit of her helm.
She left to dutifully take her place alongside the young knight she had never forgotten.
"I have not forgotten the past...I now take this chance to thank you for what you have done."
As the mark of ancient stab wounds beneath her ribs grew cold, she sadly fitted her assassin-touched blade into place at her side, and with a quick whirl of her heel and furl of her cloak marched out the door, her calm face and melancholy moistened eyes masked by the black slit of her helm.
She left to dutifully take her place alongside the young knight she had never forgotten.
"I have not forgotten the past...I now take this chance to thank you for what you have done."