03-11-2020, 11:01 AM
[font=trebuchet ms]Sitting in Valerian's outpost, keeping watch, wasn't particularly riveting.
Rin hadn't really expected it to be, so she'd brought some paper and ink and had started drawing up a new map of the land, with old maps strewn about as guidance. Why she was drawing a new map, when the old one was (as far as she knew) still accurate, was a mystery even to her. Maybe, on some level, it brought her comfort. Besides, she could give out copies to anyone going on a long journey... in retrospect, she should have given one to Nemhain, but it was too late now.
After marking the borders of the Pitt on the map, she left a wide gap of open space between it and the borders of Tanglewood. The Halls of Hiraeth, Woestyn, and the Ravens and Crows were somewhere in there, and she ought to visit them all sometime just to add their borders to the map... before they inevitably fell. The Halls might survive longer than the others, but the sudden, violent loss of a founder was nigh-impossible to recover from for all but the largest of groups.
Twitching her ears in frustration at the thought, she turned her attention to one of the older maps- oh, this one was quite old, indeed, judging from the vague boundaries of Snowbound marked out on it. So many young, upstart groups, all lost to time... if a larger ally had visited them, offered their assistance, maybe they would have survived. Maybe they would still be-
No, don't go there. With a sigh, she set down the paper and ink, then walked out of the outpost. She might as well patrol instead- she was accomplishing nothing here. Shaking her head, she started walking along the border, her eyes watching the trees.
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Rin hadn't really expected it to be, so she'd brought some paper and ink and had started drawing up a new map of the land, with old maps strewn about as guidance. Why she was drawing a new map, when the old one was (as far as she knew) still accurate, was a mystery even to her. Maybe, on some level, it brought her comfort. Besides, she could give out copies to anyone going on a long journey... in retrospect, she should have given one to Nemhain, but it was too late now.
After marking the borders of the Pitt on the map, she left a wide gap of open space between it and the borders of Tanglewood. The Halls of Hiraeth, Woestyn, and the Ravens and Crows were somewhere in there, and she ought to visit them all sometime just to add their borders to the map... before they inevitably fell. The Halls might survive longer than the others, but the sudden, violent loss of a founder was nigh-impossible to recover from for all but the largest of groups.
Twitching her ears in frustration at the thought, she turned her attention to one of the older maps- oh, this one was quite old, indeed, judging from the vague boundaries of Snowbound marked out on it. So many young, upstart groups, all lost to time... if a larger ally had visited them, offered their assistance, maybe they would have survived. Maybe they would still be-
No, don't go there. With a sigh, she set down the paper and ink, then walked out of the outpost. She might as well patrol instead- she was accomplishing nothing here. Shaking her head, she started walking along the border, her eyes watching the trees.
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