Snippet #1735806

The man's words were akin to giving a dying man water, only to take it away again. To be so close to one who seemed to have answers, only to have it slip away again. Part of her wanted to catch his arm, to ask him to stay, to tell her more, but part of her also was beginning to reach a realization.

She couldn't stay here. If he had found her, and what he said was true, others would as well. If her time in Aelora had taught her nothing of herself, it had at least taught her survival and hiding. She would need to find someplace safer for herself and the staff.

Though the recollection was lost on her, her decision to leave the gypsies was a near perfect replica of her departure one year ago. The decision to leave, rather than bring trouble down upon them.

“I understand,” she said.

Moving to gather together what few belongings she had, she was already making to pack even before he had a chance to leave. She would head out at first light.