[aw] fell asleep at the dusk of man

[Myrika Tears]

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Location: Forest of Nod, Inferni Date: ~17 June Weather: Drizzling on and off, extremely foggy Time: Early morning

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Myrika is by me!

Myrika stared over Inferni, pale blue eyes taking in their lands -- what she could see of them, anyway. She'd fought for this territory and their lives -- she'd killed for it, too. Part of her was engaged in deciding if it had been worth it. Perhaps that part of her would never know -- the redhead was already resigned to what she'd done, by and large. There was no changing the past; what they'd done was done and it could hardly be undone.

Cahal shifted beneath her and brought her back to the present. The big stallion was eager to move -- Myrika needed to scout the borders, and the horse seemed to know. Sighing, the hybrid squeezed her legs together and goaded the bay forward. It had rained last night, and the creeping thick fog hung over the land, seeming to swallow the marshes before and behind her. Trees loomed up, gray shadows without detail, and were suddenly sharply real, their reality coming into focus and leaving just as quickly as the woman passed by.

Cahal seemed nervous -- the stallion had carried Myri through most of the fighting, and he had been more nervous since. The tawny woman hoped the horse would get over himself -- perhaps it was also because of Eira. The blue roan was huge with foal -- she'd grown explosively in the last few weeks, and her foaling was close. Myrika could not wait -- the child would be as beautiful and reliable as its mother.

A few drops of water spattered against Myrika as she rode through the forest, but they were from the trees rather than the skies. Still, the clouds overhead threatened to start up again at any moment. Myri hadn't been awake very long, but already she'd seen the soft rain come and go twice.

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