Dramora watched on as Aedon carried on a conversation with his bird. She shook her head….a bird? She wondered about his sanity. In fact, she wondered about EVERYONE’s sanity!
The world was definitely different from when she left. Perhaps the many years of non-conflict softened everyone; made them all fat and happy without a care in the world. Well, one thing was certain; they would have to get stronger if they wanted to save their homes and families. Dramora had no doubt Mikael would have no trouble demolishing what pitiful defenses they currently had.
Aedon had set up a meeting with all of the “leaders”. She would go, however, the way things appeared, Dramora was not sure Gillian would accept ANY help. She seemed to be on a self-destruction path, and Dramora was not sure anyone could convince her to accept the help offered. Dramora wondered, more than once, if the Governor of Yew was somehow being swayed by the Hand. She would bear watching.
Standing in the small bedroom, Aedon had so graciously offered her, she suddenly realized what she needed to do.
She was through with hiding like some child afraid of the dark. That had never been her style anyhow, and although she appreciated that the Rangers wanted to use her as a trump card in the fight, the way things were going, she was certain that time would never come.
No, she knew the time was now to take the fight to Mikael and the Hand, before they got stronger. She was fairly confident that if she could get Mikael alone she could kill him. Without their leader, the Hand would crumble.
She first needed to speak with someone and garner what support she could.
Walking over to the small table, she rifled through the pack that held all of her possessions until she found the one thing she needed.
Softly, so as not to alert Aedon, she spoke the words to take her where the rune led her, and hoped she could find help there.
Dramora,
Mistress of Virtue
Guardians of Virtue (GV)
The world was definitely different from when she left. Perhaps the many years of non-conflict softened everyone; made them all fat and happy without a care in the world. Well, one thing was certain; they would have to get stronger if they wanted to save their homes and families. Dramora had no doubt Mikael would have no trouble demolishing what pitiful defenses they currently had.
Aedon had set up a meeting with all of the “leaders”. She would go, however, the way things appeared, Dramora was not sure Gillian would accept ANY help. She seemed to be on a self-destruction path, and Dramora was not sure anyone could convince her to accept the help offered. Dramora wondered, more than once, if the Governor of Yew was somehow being swayed by the Hand. She would bear watching.
Standing in the small bedroom, Aedon had so graciously offered her, she suddenly realized what she needed to do.
She was through with hiding like some child afraid of the dark. That had never been her style anyhow, and although she appreciated that the Rangers wanted to use her as a trump card in the fight, the way things were going, she was certain that time would never come.
No, she knew the time was now to take the fight to Mikael and the Hand, before they got stronger. She was fairly confident that if she could get Mikael alone she could kill him. Without their leader, the Hand would crumble.
She first needed to speak with someone and garner what support she could.
Walking over to the small table, she rifled through the pack that held all of her possessions until she found the one thing she needed.
Softly, so as not to alert Aedon, she spoke the words to take her where the rune led her, and hoped she could find help there.
Dramora,
Mistress of Virtue
Guardians of Virtue (GV)
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