close to her as their little group journey'd
farther away from Thelindira, Sabre looked down softly at
Colin. So much had happened since his birth, the ssrid
attack at Myst's and now this war.
Glancing at Soul,
who rode in front of her, Sabre knew in her heart
that he would keep them safe. Soul was such a strong,
honorable man, she often wondered how she, a gypsy tramp
got so lucky. Sabre's heart swelled to over flowing
with her love for her husband and child.
Thoughts
of the upcoming battles Soul and their men would
engage in filled her mind. Silently she prayed for all
from the Keep to return unharmed. Her strongest
prayers went out for Soul and Mystique. Sabre knew
without a doubt that Myst would join in. Feeling the
weight of her katanna against her back made her feel a
bit better. She hoped she wouldn't have to use it,
but if she did, she knew she would with every ounce
of strength she had.
Watching Soul's back, his
solid figure comfortably sitting his saddle, they
continued there trek in silence for the Keep....
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