She didn't know where she was going, she didn't know when she'd be back. So how did the Scathachian know what to pack? Easy...she didn't. One thing Isuelt had grown somewhat accustomed to (whether by choice or not), was travelling with very little in tow. Her sisters would understand...at least, she hoped so.
After skipping out on her latest assignment, she simply took off. Isuelt rode past the Rhy Din boundries and kept spurring on her mare. She had been troubled as of late and had actually been feeling a pull on her. She thought she was being called to return to her roots, so she had taken on assignments for Count Longden. Yet as she took care of his business, she still felt that familiar tug. She didn't know where she was being led, but as she was fond of saying, "Knowing your destination takes all the fun out of the journey."
Isuelt was well past the land known as Rhy Din as she watched the sun come up over the horizon. West...she was definitely headed west. And that was all she knew.
After skipping out on her latest assignment, she simply took off. Isuelt rode past the Rhy Din boundries and kept spurring on her mare. She had been troubled as of late and had actually been feeling a pull on her. She thought she was being called to return to her roots, so she had taken on assignments for Count Longden. Yet as she took care of his business, she still felt that familiar tug. She didn't know where she was being led, but as she was fond of saying, "Knowing your destination takes all the fun out of the journey."
Isuelt was well past the land known as Rhy Din as she watched the sun come up over the horizon. West...she was definitely headed west. And that was all she knew.