The storm had seemed to pass, at least for some. A mental turmoil still settled over Eostre as she had readied her horse to leave. Those of the party who were mostly unharmed were now the scouts, searching a safe place for the next night. Leaving the wounded...
No, though they were the most hurt, the ones behind, they were still ablebodied, she reminded herself.
They had to make it to Edoras. They had to finish their mission before more people died. The plains seemed so much darker, now that they had claimed the life of one she knew. Trees with malice-filled grins. Straw colored grass with blades hidden in their midst... and ice.
The scouts carried on throughout this. They had to reach Edoras before things got too chaotic. Before more people got killed. Would there even be a Bregoware left to return to after all of this, or would it be another burnt village? Eostre glanced over briefly at her fellow riders. What were they thinking now?
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