People drift in and out of your life, it’s just how life works, but there are a few, very few, that are meant to stay in your life. Those will drift past until they find his or her place. That place might not be permanent but it is his or her place to fill, and only they can fill it.
This was the case for Falra and Amrundor. Fal first met him hiding behind Goldgel, he looked so strong but afraid of all around him. All Fal could think was how much she just wanted to hold him, but he even feared the silent lass that could not hear. Then Falra feared to speak, so often had she been laughed at by the twins so she used her fingers to talk. What she used when speaking to Gold was something Amrun knew well enough. It was the only language he could read actually. It was the language developed by slaves so they could correspond and not suffer at the hands of their masters. This act had caught the young man’s attention and he followed her with his dark eyes. Time passed and Falra had only seen him a few times in the company of Gold.
Yet more time had passed, Falra found herself with Acelin and Amrun with Lore. Amrun grew to know Falra, spoke with her when he saw her. Offered to protect her when he and Lore learned that she was being hunted, but it wasn’t in the cards, no not then. It wasn’t till after the death of the Master that Amrun returned to Falra’s life. A meeting on a fence, a smile, and a hug. These are the things that passed. They went back to where Fal had been hiding out, but Fal could see the large home was too overwhelming for Amrun. He soon left on his way, free from the noble feel of the house, Fal was sure he was much happier. Fal soon returned to her own home. Much smaller, though still spacious. It was large enough for her to live, work, and tend patients in. It was here that Amrun and Fal’s life threads met yet again.
Then the attack. It happened so suddenly. Pain in her stomach, pain in her shoulder, darkness engulfing her. It went by so quickly yet seemed to freeze with every step. The tale of the deaf healer being wounded must have passed through the Alley like wild fire, for Amrun walked into her life yet again. He told her that he followed the words of the people in the Alley. Heard that someone in the Bloody Dawn had taken her away. It was good that he ran into Ayla. She told him where Fal’s home was, even took him to it. That was where they had their final meeting as two threads drift apart and near again, until they entwine together as one. I won’t tell you how long those threads stay one though, Fal and Amrun’s tales are for another time. Just know for the time she was healing, he never left her side.
