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[Ronia Skyfire]

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Ronia settled down in the room she was staying at in Buc's Den. She swung a slightly larger than medium pouch over her shoulders, and dug through a smaller pocket in it. There she grasped the parchment folded neatly three times over, letting the pouch drop to her side, she begins to unfold the note. She was curious at the odd expression of the guards at Bryce's home. There was an apology mixed with sympathy, that didn't quite seem to fit. A deep sigh seemed to resonate through the empty room as her line of sight took in the first two words of the letter.


I'm sorry

What did he have to be sorry about? Her gaze continued to move along the lines, taking in each word, as each dug a little into her heart. It was not til the last line was read that the purpose of the letter fully sunk in. Bryce gone...away on some herotic interlude. The one of the two people who helped things to make some sense was gone. The other, Rashid, who knows how long he would have to ponder over his feelings. She felt the more he had to think it over, perhaps the less chance he would come to the same conclusion that she had about him. Two people who seem to understand her...while her brother believing her naive and weak.. giving orders of places to roam and not roam. Her father wrapped in his dealing with her own mother...who seemed abit more cautious since the return to Sanctus. She just shook her head, crumbling the letter up into a ball and tossed it to the corner of the table. She lurched out of the chair and made her way to the bed, where she just flopped onto the bed on her backside. Her intense deep blue eyes taking in the ceiling and the textures, sounds of animals and people barely penetrating her thoughts.

Two sides of the same coin

She repeated softly as she recalled her nice talk with Lord Olath. It was nice to have someone to talk with, to share ideas and to have them not judge you, besides the shiney comment. She was still digesting if that was a compliment or a mockery of some sort. Her mind ponders upon the hospitality that Lord Gorhun and Lord Olath has bestowed upon her. She heard the stories of how drow and humans never truly got along. She knew both races held their racists and superior beliefs, their own race was more godlike than that of the other. She yawned as her eyes slowly became heavier, the thoughts of their words, shiney....slave...pet... tossed weakly about her mind, with interruptions of wondering what Rashid and Bryce were up to. She sighs asking the virtues to guide and protect Bryce on his journey....and curious if Rashid was any closer in figuring his feelings out. Maybe she will.....that thought soon turned to a sparing moment of emptiness..her mind began to recede from reality and drift into night of dreamweaving.