Sullen Silence

The sword was palpably begging to be quenched, so Voah drove the blade hard into the wet sand and sat down, running her hands through her frazzled, shorn locks in defeat and frustration. The feeling of the soft grind of metal penetrating earth was a temporary, yet satisfying substitute for the flesh and blood of a weaver and the crunch punctuated the feelings of herself and her comrades.

There Voah remained thinking in sullen silence for a half a minute or so before taking a deep breath, releasing it, and rising to collect her sword and the horses.

She was going to find Gonyaul with or without anyone’s help. Just as ever, she wasnt trying to needlessly lead her friends to danger. That had worked out so well for her so far.