Whitebark Stream The reparation of my heart

Dark woman moved quietly.

Steps careful, always careful.

The air was cooler, courtesy of the touch of autumn, and the threat of winter. At least it was pretty, for now. She crept her way towards running water, lapped at the frigid stream and felt it refresh her senses. 

Ah, right, hunger. No more than a nagging itch, but she figured it best to eat what she could, when she could; world was an unpredictable place. Unforgiving, too.

She'd seen it; bone-thin babes, cries that could shake the soul of any who had one. 

It was best not to dwell on it. Soldiers didn't concern themselves with the plights of the commonfolk. 

A fact reminded, often. 

She was here to punish. Hurt. Others... herself... the intent was hard to define. Both, in a way. Lovergirl was lost. Royals didn't concern themselves with the plights of any less than themselves. A fact reminded, often. 

Damn it all to hell, then. Nanou caught herself a juicy rabbit, and found a comfortable enough spot to eat it. She'd move on soon. Go where the work was.