Cathirine stepped through the fields, looking over the city. It looked calm at night, with a warm glow from the fires within the town. Though sitting around in the Pony seemed welcoming to Cathirine, she had too much on her mind to deal with it. Cathirine turned her back on the town, continuing to walk off on her own. There were people she met, even a company of men who a friend introduced to her. She actually had a friend. How could Cathirine, of all people, find a friend? She couldn't imagine why anyone would look at her and not run away. She would run away if she saw herself walking down the streets. Ever since Cathirine could remember, she had sort have been an outsider. Since her father's death, Cathirine couldn't recall feeling truly happy.
Cathirine stopped her walking, sighing for a moment as her eyes look down at the sheath. She frown, smashing it against a tree, letting the blade cut through the leather and into the tree. What an idiot? She should have never gotten a sword for an arm, but she would be useless if she didn't have it. Though, she still felt useless with it... Cathirine really is stuck. She's tried to find work, but it seems that not many people want a freak like Kat to work for them. That was a problem for her. In fact, now that Cathirine thinks about it, not a lot of people want someone like her to even be her friend.
Cathirine yanked the blade from the tree, pulling the metal pad from her shoulder and let the blade fall to the ground. The scars on what was left of her arm made her begin to tear up. She fell to the ground, curling up into a ball and sobbing. Sobbing in self pity, that always made Cathirine feel helpless. But it was the only thing she could do at that point, sob herself to sleep right then and there. Sob in the snow outside of Bree. So that is what she did until she awoke with the sun on her face.
