Snippet #2109194

Packing was a tricky business, needing to keep light. Kenni owned few pieces of clothing so allowed herself only the clothes on her back as well as a brown cloack loaned from another girl about the same size, and one change of clothes. Her pack was desperately empty as she only added two books, one to read and her journal. Fayvus carried writing utensils so she didnt even have to bother with those. Slipping the pack on one shoulder, she wondered how she must look to the girls around her.

The goodbyes were harsh, but quick. Kenni managed to keep a stiff lip and dry eyes until all the hugs had been given and she kissed her farewell to the women of the church. Rejoining Fayvus at the front of the cathedral, his attire drastically changed from his usual robes, she felt the reality crush her lungs. But she held herself high and silent.

The King had managed to summon three Saerian guards to accompany them to the valley below, the largest kingdom in the land having messaged their own compliance with the quest. More would join them by this time tomorrow.

So they were to set off to Mander...Kenni eyed the men joining them, three burly, stoic faces of protection, not friendship. Kenni turned to Fayvus in spite of her fears, muttering, "Such a lively bunch. I surely shall be protected from ever feeling happiness again."