Emberwood prayer of the refugee

as she thought. the young man did not seem keen to slump over and weep about his predicament. in essence, he was a bit stronger than she originally thought of him. opinions changed even if she was a stubborn bitch at the worst of times. it was too soon to form an opinion of the other being, and Heloise usually reserved herself. she did not form attachments so easily. fate was a cruel mistress. he could easily be dead within a month. he could be attacked. he could be injured. she chose to distance herself for the others' sakes. 

for she was a fierce protector. it gave her recklessness she would rather avoid in such a new realm. Heloise did not speak of her own family. if she had any, if any of the cel Mares were left, she made no indication. freeing herself unwilling from their hold years prior. she traveled solo. no connections made her freer. fewer shackles. "I am sorry for your losses" though she suspected it was quite rude to dismiss his tragedy so easily. the ivory woman assumed he was closer to his mother than the brother. losing a parent was never easy. "at least it is not wintering now."

was that... was that an attempt to be humorous? her voice was still neutral and her eyes did not dance. she would straighten up a bit. "I am Heloise cel Mare. you are?"