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Long had the days been since her last visit to the city. LaBelle set to the North Tower pondering those last moments in the presence of his Lord Telver. As the presiding Oligarch of Cove she had desired to meet him, and such was arranged. Having conversed a time with him, she departed and had not returned for some duration. His Lord Regents’ decision to grant his Lord Telver the city, had left her wanting, but for what she could not establish, and while his words were pleasant enough, she found it difficult to return henceforth...

The scattered parchment, announcing the market allowed her considerations to return, she was looking for two items, perhaps this market would provide them. Having arrived to the city gates, she heard not sounds of market. She strode toward the orchards, and stumbled upon the market there in the crops. Within moments she became uneasy, the cause eluding her, but still she made her way to seek those items she had come for. There was quiet chatter, and the smell of freshly baked cookies on the air. Moving to a few tables, she found one item she sought from a lady merchant, an exceptionally crafted katana. The blade strong, well edged. It would suffice.

As she moved from the table areas, she recognized the unmistakable gait of the Lord Telver as he passed. She scanned again the peoples, hesitating momentarily on the lissome lady who had once presented herself from the Dark Awakening. LaBelle lowered her eyes, feeling again a loss of heart for the place she had long ago been at home to. Wringing her hands gently, she strode toward the North Tower, and set a while. It was a place having most importance in her life. As she departed, she turned, looking up to the highest point of the tower. It no longer felt like home here in. No longer were there hauntings of the past here in, no longer did her mother call her home for suppers, not longer was her father ever present to guide her hand...sighing deeply, she strode out the front gate, having not looked back.

She could offer the peoples she cared so deeply for, nothing. The city, she could bring no great riches to. To the lands, peace, they deserved...perhaps that is what they have now under the city’s new leadership. The market, seemed, peaceful enough...LaBelle leaned into the mare, tightening her legs several times, and rode hard towards Vesper, leaving a trail of trepidation behind her.