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Morwen sat beneath the spreading boughs of a tree, and mused on her life. Where things had gone wrong, and had gone right for her. Despite all that had happened to her, in her life, in her death, and in her re-life, she would not change anything.
But she missed her family. She missed company. Being a wanderer was all very well, but eventually you tired of the solitude, and needed people.
But, it would be hard for her to find company. Wandering without a map did tend to leave you rather lost. All she knew that she was under a tree in some grasslands. About a days walk to the south there was a river, and two days past that there was a hill. Her navigation was limited to her own experience, and the events that occurred to her.
With a small smile, she lay back under the tree and closed her eyes, hoping to dream of the way that things were.
But she missed her family. She missed company. Being a wanderer was all very well, but eventually you tired of the solitude, and needed people.
But, it would be hard for her to find company. Wandering without a map did tend to leave you rather lost. All she knew that she was under a tree in some grasslands. About a days walk to the south there was a river, and two days past that there was a hill. Her navigation was limited to her own experience, and the events that occurred to her.
With a small smile, she lay back under the tree and closed her eyes, hoping to dream of the way that things were.