Woman stood on the edge of the wall of Scholars walk, looking down, then slowly raised look up over the roofs toward west, beyond hedge wall, forest glades, barrows, far to the setting sun. Closing her eyes she leaned forth then in last moment before the deathly fall she stepped back and curled up on the ground weeping.
- You are such a coward - voice in her mind said - You cant even take your own life properly. Coward! Wench! Worthless woman! - voice shouted at her so loud within her.
- I am sorry!!! - she shouted to the street, to town to herself.
- We wait for you - another merry voice said, so familiar female voice.
- Ciry? - Briannon said to the voice as turning around in middle of the abandoned street of Scholars walk. No one answered, cold autumn wind raised her hair all of sudden and shrouded her sight just as she noticed a shade in the corner of the passage toward Stone Quarter. As she moved away her hair, shade was gone, just as the voices.
Woman makes a painful grimace and grabs a flask with strong spirit, taking a mouthful of the brew before swallowing it. To void, forgetfulness and fog of existence she fell down, wandering the streets of Bree.
