Saule Smedjehustru
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(7/4/03 1:33 am)
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I return.
The norsewoman paused to wipe the sweat from her eyes and readjust her pack. The glare of the sun on the ice and the weight of the hinges in her pack had made for an unpleasant journey.
Looking up, she smiles as the little town of Mossdale comes into view and she turns her gaze from the cool waters of the lake to the two houses in front of her. One already was starting to show signs of use, the other still under construction.
Dropping her pack onto the icy ground she groans in relief as she rubs her shoulders.
"I've gotten old," she sighs and moves to continue her work on the house.
"Such labour never troubled me before."
The cottage was small and rustic compared to other buildings she had seen but it was luxury to a life spent under the stars. Winter was coming - she would need a warm hearth.
Looking over to the guild house next to her, she smiles.
It had been a long journey.
She was glad to be home.
Edited by: Saule Smedjehustru at: 7/4/03 1:34 am
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