Open Journey from the North (Solo)

[Rothyr Windbourne]

Horses don't age like humans. He loved Windlass but he could tell age was creeping on her. For a Drykas, losing your horse was akin to heartbreak. Its like losing a part of yourself. A Drykas and his Strider are the same creature. So he rode from the North, and made his way for Sunberth. The cold north was not good for Windlass, and Rothyr figured a warmer climate would be better for her. At least he could make her comfortable. Whatever criminals residing in Sunberth, Rothyr knew what to do to keep them both safe. He did not think he would find another horse like Windlass, not unless he returned to Cyphrus, so he would make first for Sunberth and then further on to Syrilas if possible. If he could get her even that much closer to home it would be good enough and surely the brigands that attacked his pavilion had forgotten him or died since his flight from the Sea of Grass. If Windlass did not make it back to Cyphrus, he would have to sign on with trade caravans to make the rest of the journey. He may even have to leave his morals behind if the group he traveled with weren't exactly prime examples of fine people. The ends justify the means in this case. He dreaded the thought of it, but he would need a new horse when Windlass returned to the web to return again and live another happy life.

He had traversed the better part of the continent on Windlass' back and that is why he had been struggling with letting Windlass go. It hurt deeply like an arrow loosed from a strong bow. Rothyr knows that one thing is certain, death and a return to the web. So he will comfort Windlass. His sadness is clear on his face. His life has been one filled with tragedy, if anyone is in need of a reason to smile, it would be this golden haired warrior from Cyphrus. He came around a bend at a light trot, his hood from his cloak over his head while the rest caught the wind as the pair approached the open city. The smells of urban environs assaulted his nostrils once again, and he pressed onward.

[Rothyr Windbourne]

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