Reniolwaith

Iavas day 1, I Randír Îdh It feels like an eternity has past since my flee from Lin Giliath and yet Hiril Aldalin’s calendar tells me it has not yet been two seasons. I cannot remember the last occasion I spent in civilised company, or even sat upright on a chair, and care not to delve too deeply into my memories for fear they will break down my mind.

She makes a neat pile out of the maps they’ve been studying the greater part of the day, binds them together with a string of ribbon and with a tired smile pushes them into Boridhren’s hands. ‘No, do take them, I have no use for them now. You may bring them back when you are ready.’ She leads her kinsman to the door of her home, they exchange words of farewell; noticing the purplish light of the evening sky she realises that she has been awake for two days and a night with no rest.