06-07-2014, 04:45 AM
Out of sight of the battle, Morgan slowly sauntered down the winding path that, Morgan believed, would lead her to the Lycia-Bern border. She felt something akin to hope. It had been a rough trip through Lycia; she'd maintained such a fast pace that her horse eventually dropped dead from exhaustion, forcing her to continue on foot, all in hopes of getting to Bern as fast as possible. Soon, she'd be in Bern proper, and maybe, with any luck, she'd be able to find her family.
Maybe you'll find them, if they're even in Bern, that is. Morgan had certainly considered the possibility that they might not have been amongst the hordes of refugees pouring into Bern. She couldn't fathom why they would avoid obvious safety, but her father had always been a bit mysterious in his ways, and Yvette had generally loyally followed him. In truth, they could have gone anywhere, from Ilia to Sacae or maybe even into the desert, and Morgan would never know or be able to do anything. And that was assuming they'd managed to evade capture...
No. Don't think like this right now. You're certainly closer to finding them than you were before. Be happy for once.
Morgan shook her head, attempting to clear her thoughts. It wouldn't do to be all distracted right now; it wasn't safe to wander around all absent-minded like this. She looked around herself, trying to get her bearings, to discover she was off the side path and on the main road into Bern. She saw the battle raging at the fort in Lycia not to far away from where she stood; a development she hadn't taken much note of until now. It's not that she hadn't noticed it; the battle was the entire reason she took the side road instead of the main one. She just didn't care much for its outcome; as long as she didn't get swept up into the mix, the Lycians and rebels could enjoy ripping into each other for all she cared.
It was then she realized that the rebels were retreating. Retreating up the very road she was on, in fact. Even better, the Lycians appeared to be pressing the assault, attempting to eliminate the lot of them.
Morgan swore under her breath. The battle would likely be on her very soon; she still wanted to put distance between herself and all that chaos, but the likelihood of her evading it without a horse was poor. She quickly reached into her pack, took out her bow, then restrung it before swiftly continuing up the road. It seemed she'd need it soon.
Maybe you'll find them, if they're even in Bern, that is. Morgan had certainly considered the possibility that they might not have been amongst the hordes of refugees pouring into Bern. She couldn't fathom why they would avoid obvious safety, but her father had always been a bit mysterious in his ways, and Yvette had generally loyally followed him. In truth, they could have gone anywhere, from Ilia to Sacae or maybe even into the desert, and Morgan would never know or be able to do anything. And that was assuming they'd managed to evade capture...
No. Don't think like this right now. You're certainly closer to finding them than you were before. Be happy for once.
Morgan shook her head, attempting to clear her thoughts. It wouldn't do to be all distracted right now; it wasn't safe to wander around all absent-minded like this. She looked around herself, trying to get her bearings, to discover she was off the side path and on the main road into Bern. She saw the battle raging at the fort in Lycia not to far away from where she stood; a development she hadn't taken much note of until now. It's not that she hadn't noticed it; the battle was the entire reason she took the side road instead of the main one. She just didn't care much for its outcome; as long as she didn't get swept up into the mix, the Lycians and rebels could enjoy ripping into each other for all she cared.
It was then she realized that the rebels were retreating. Retreating up the very road she was on, in fact. Even better, the Lycians appeared to be pressing the assault, attempting to eliminate the lot of them.
Morgan swore under her breath. The battle would likely be on her very soon; she still wanted to put distance between herself and all that chaos, but the likelihood of her evading it without a horse was poor. She quickly reached into her pack, took out her bow, then restrung it before swiftly continuing up the road. It seemed she'd need it soon.