Greatwater Lake For bruises, asses and handclaps

Hedda's progress through the barren valley was slow - nausea and frequent coughing spells were her faithful companions, there would be days, when she couldn't make a single mile without stopping and sleeping. Yet - despite the odds - the driving force of her actions was still strong and kept her going. For how long - time would show.

Today she had reached yet another lake and, though looking in the reflection and talking to her master was not among her priorities, she was thirsty. So, once she was foot deep in the water, she collapsed and with her body half immersed in the cold water, she began to drink greedily.