It had been a month or two, she couldn't remember now. Like evryday she got up, and drew herself a bath then went down to the common room had breakfast and went out. This morning was no different, she sat in the Inn drinking her pint of ale, and eating bread and butter. Then she left the Inn and went out to the to a wood to do target practice. Today was clear and bright, hobbits wee laughing and she could hear the sound of many hoves arrive at the Inn. She drew dack her arrow and hit the target on the tree dead centre, she did this a couple more times and the went to collet them.
As she pulled each arrow out of the tree Mylasia sighed, she was now a common face at the Inn, and she had spoken with many a traveller. But on her mind there Niamh always was, she was there. Mylasia had no desire to leave for she knew Niamh would return eventually. She place the arrows back into her quiver and headed to the inn.
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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