It was a two-day journey through these lost and broken lands. It was dangerous to travel during the day when the sun was at its cruellest, so she traveled at night. The nights were cold in contrast to the heated days, many travelers were unaware of the nocturne chill but Michi was well prepared. She had caught a dune hare and she was cooking the skinned beast on a crudely fashioned spit. A soul could only nourish so much, the human part of her craved the flesh even after all this time. The merry crackle of the flame and the warmth of the small fire built from knotted thorny brambles and a few fragments of found wood that were pocketed during the first portion of the journey.
She sighed, there was still another day of travel before she reached the gates. A sense of anxious anticipation filled her, she had avoided the village as some might a former lover. It was a place of shame for her, she was not entirely certain how she could face any of them. At first it was meant to be a few week sabbatical but the weeks turned into months and the months into years. She was thankless when she should have expressed gratitude. She was calculating when she should have been kind. She was full of fear when she should have trusted those around her. Still, she was compelled to return, there was no seal calling her back. There was no stern summons. She had found something not only strange but also unknown and the later was what would truly confound her. The Order had their secrets, she would be a fool to believe otherwise, but there were only a few reasons that she could comprehend that her peers would have obfuscated an old religion, be it a work of the first men or some generation later and that is if there was some sort of validity as well as a need to prevent the destruction of this archaic congregation.
She did not bring much with her, she did not plan to stay for long. A satchel over her shoulder carried much more than it should have considering its given dimensions, but the only thing inside her bag was a collection of tomes, all penned by herself. She was slowly rewriting the vast collection of books she had read as a child in the Great Oracle Library of her youth. She was also penning works of her own. Everything she saw, everything she experienced was dutifully written and bound by hand for the past two decades. She often employed a courier that would make this journey in her stead biannually. She had avoided making contact on her own, the choice of a coward as the years passed. She was not due to deliver these tomes' for another two months but she would deliver the books herself so that she could verbally relay her findings because they were the only findings that were not put to paper.
It would be in the dead of night, amid the crackling flame and the eerily dancing shadow that her thoughts would be broken by the sound of footfalls. She would call out, "join me."
WC: 537
Contract Mastery: Teaching Bird Contract
She sighed, there was still another day of travel before she reached the gates. A sense of anxious anticipation filled her, she had avoided the village as some might a former lover. It was a place of shame for her, she was not entirely certain how she could face any of them. At first it was meant to be a few week sabbatical but the weeks turned into months and the months into years. She was thankless when she should have expressed gratitude. She was calculating when she should have been kind. She was full of fear when she should have trusted those around her. Still, she was compelled to return, there was no seal calling her back. There was no stern summons. She had found something not only strange but also unknown and the later was what would truly confound her. The Order had their secrets, she would be a fool to believe otherwise, but there were only a few reasons that she could comprehend that her peers would have obfuscated an old religion, be it a work of the first men or some generation later and that is if there was some sort of validity as well as a need to prevent the destruction of this archaic congregation.
She did not bring much with her, she did not plan to stay for long. A satchel over her shoulder carried much more than it should have considering its given dimensions, but the only thing inside her bag was a collection of tomes, all penned by herself. She was slowly rewriting the vast collection of books she had read as a child in the Great Oracle Library of her youth. She was also penning works of her own. Everything she saw, everything she experienced was dutifully written and bound by hand for the past two decades. She often employed a courier that would make this journey in her stead biannually. She had avoided making contact on her own, the choice of a coward as the years passed. She was not due to deliver these tomes' for another two months but she would deliver the books herself so that she could verbally relay her findings because they were the only findings that were not put to paper.
It would be in the dead of night, amid the crackling flame and the eerily dancing shadow that her thoughts would be broken by the sound of footfalls. She would call out, "join me."
WC: 537
Contract Mastery: Teaching Bird Contract