Past meets Present
Bjorke made her way downstairs, and out the way she came in. Once again, she had failed to save her. Once again, things were just as they had been. She stood at the bottom of the hills, letting the torrent of rain wash down on her, while she screamed in frustration. Bjorke raged into the night, cursing the gods and the Prophets, the Keepers of Time, Gangial, and even Edrick, for his absence. She cursed Feera for losing Atolli, since that was what started this whole mess. She cursed Jiv, for going off on his own, to find her. Her epithets turned to herself, cursing her own failings. As the rain abated, so did her strength. She slumped to the wet, muddy ground, exhausted.
Blastit walked over to her, and pushed her with his head, bleating softly. She did not move, and he pushed harder, knocking her over. Bjorke lay in the mud, and looked up at her beast. Gently, he took her arm in his mouth and pulled, but she would not budge. Blastit let out a great snort and stomped his hoof by her head. Lowering his huge head to hers, he snorted again. “Fine!” she railed at him. “I’ll get up!” Grabbing his harness, she let him pull her up as he backed away. The ram nickered quietly, bobbing his head, as if pleased with himself. Read the rest of this entry »
