The road home seemed longer than it actually was. Perhaps she was just anxious to get home.
Dramora had wondered when she left if she would return to Britannia.
When Leela came back to Yew, she had left their small farm in the hands of a cousin. They had recently gotten word of a problem on the farm. Dramora had gone to handle that problem.
Before she left, she’d found Judas at the Salty Dog. She felt someone should know where she had gone and when she might return. Dramora also wanted him to look in on Leela occasionally. Typical of Judas, he agreed if she would do something in return. She smiled at the thought. The last “favor” she did for Judas had caused a bit of trouble.
This one, however, was different. It wasn’t so much for him as for Britannia. He had requested that she consider running for Governor of Britain. He had suggested something along this line before and she flat out refused. This time she agreed to “think about it”, knowing she wouldn’t.
But during her time away, something changed. Perhaps it was her that changed.
When she had so abruptly left Yew, she had moved to East Britain. She had forgotten how much she loved the bustle of the city. When she walked the streets, she remembered her time there, many, many years ago as a young street waif.
She had originally returned for a specific purpose. And once that purpose was fulfilled, she had planned on leaving again. Somewhere along the line her feelings changed. She had people she considered friends here. Sure there had been issues, but wherever she lived there would be challenges.
Riding up to her house nestled against the mountain range, she smiled. She was home, she knew it in her heart.
Perhaps it was time to do something for her city. She had always been a leader, leading a city shouldn’t be any different to leading a guild.
She needed to speak with Judas, he would be surprised. Maybe he would agree to be her campaign manager.
Dramora,
Mistress of Virtue
Guardians of Virtue
Dramora had wondered when she left if she would return to Britannia.
When Leela came back to Yew, she had left their small farm in the hands of a cousin. They had recently gotten word of a problem on the farm. Dramora had gone to handle that problem.
Before she left, she’d found Judas at the Salty Dog. She felt someone should know where she had gone and when she might return. Dramora also wanted him to look in on Leela occasionally. Typical of Judas, he agreed if she would do something in return. She smiled at the thought. The last “favor” she did for Judas had caused a bit of trouble.
This one, however, was different. It wasn’t so much for him as for Britannia. He had requested that she consider running for Governor of Britain. He had suggested something along this line before and she flat out refused. This time she agreed to “think about it”, knowing she wouldn’t.
But during her time away, something changed. Perhaps it was her that changed.
When she had so abruptly left Yew, she had moved to East Britain. She had forgotten how much she loved the bustle of the city. When she walked the streets, she remembered her time there, many, many years ago as a young street waif.
She had originally returned for a specific purpose. And once that purpose was fulfilled, she had planned on leaving again. Somewhere along the line her feelings changed. She had people she considered friends here. Sure there had been issues, but wherever she lived there would be challenges.
Riding up to her house nestled against the mountain range, she smiled. She was home, she knew it in her heart.
Perhaps it was time to do something for her city. She had always been a leader, leading a city shouldn’t be any different to leading a guild.
She needed to speak with Judas, he would be surprised. Maybe he would agree to be her campaign manager.
Dramora,
Mistress of Virtue
Guardians of Virtue