Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150921221737/@comment-5583506-20150927030633

It had been raining all the way down to Falkreath, and the roads had been muddy and treacherous. For each yard the carriage rolled, her hope of ever encountering the group again seemed to slowly fade. Yet she wanted nothing less but to see Gabriel again. He had started to grow on her, in a... strange sort of sense. A situation she had never expected to find herself in, and yet her she was, longing for someone she had only spent some brief and intimate moments with...

"I will return, Gabriel. I promise", she kept repeating ocassionally.

She now turned her attention to the south. The Jerall Mountains... They were cold, high and inhospitable, yet she knew that on the other side waited the Cyrodiilic border. The Imperial City felt so close, yet so far away at the same time.

"Here goes nothing", she sighed, grabbing hold onto her spear and using the blunt end as a wandering staff as she kept going up the mossy hills and into the bitter climate the southern regions of Skyrim had to offer a seasoned Khajiit such as herself.