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Araréiel wandered into a clearing, staring at the building in front of her. In the distance, she could see two walking together, looking very much in love. How she missed that feeling, how she ached to feel it again. But no, her love was stolen from her a long time ago, and now she felt alone. A lone Elf, uncomfortable in this place, not sure where to go.
Her deep plum velvet gown, which had once been immaculate, was now tattered from travel. Leaves decorated her hair, let loose to keep her ears covered. Such a far cry from the noble home she had grown up in. With a sigh, she heaved her sack up on her shoulder, the linen sack carrying all she cared to hold onto in this world. A few books from her ada, a few articles of clothing. A piece of parchment her beloved had once inscribed a poem on for her.... Her beloved who had been taken away.
Ada never approved, and all because Caranturion wasn't a prince...., she thought bitterly. Now I'm alone.
Never would she desire to find her family, to go back to the very beings who took her life when they took her lover away.
The sight of the two creatures so in love opened the wound still so fresh on her heart after all this time. Summoning up all the willpower she could muster, she held back her tears and forced one foot in front of the other. Once inside the inn she would buy some food, some drink. Her travels have exhausted her. Perhaps they could point her to a place to buy a room for the night.
Step after step brought up leaves and dust, her skirt catching the occasional small branch. Reaching out, she put her small hand on the handle of the door and took a deep breath. No matter how often she entered inns and pubs, she was still shy. No one had been kind to her in so long that she was coming to fear being around anyone. But she was hungry, so she pulled the door open and retreated inside.
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