Come Home
The tall elegant woman with long golden blonde hair looked over to the small growing green patch on the horizon.
She was nerves.
The woman had taken almost 2 years on her last mission into McGhie.
The small graceful girl next to her seemed to only just notice the land.
'Is that your fief, Myfanwy?'
"Yes it is. In fact I have been watching it for the past 2 hours, Nuline.'
The older woman answered her apprentice.
Both of the girls were wearing a green cloak that looked as if it had been patched many times with different colours.
Under this the older girl was wearing a gown of a deep red, while the younger girl's gown was a deep black.
The cloaks fell to the ground over the dresses.
Both were wearing arm grads.
Showing that they knew something about a bow this was not uncommon in the recent times.
The odd thing was that the elder woman's arm grad was on her right arm, meaning that she was left handed.
Nuline was an orphan with almost a full 12 years behind her.
Her hair was shoulder length and a deep red.
She had light hazel eyes that usually had specks of hummer in them.
At the moment though they were filled with confusion.
Her usually talkative mentor was dead silent, staring straight ahead and answering her questions with only one or 2 words.
Tall with golden blonde hair, dark brown eyes, so dark that they were almost black and an air of confidence she was perfect for the role of a courier.
So perfect in fact that most people were confused wen she told them that she was no courier but a simple ranger.
The boat the girls were on was due to land in the fief Siobhán, in the country Scanlan.
The captain a rowdy man who went by the name of Liam came over to them.
'we will dock this afternoon.'
He told them before walking drunkenly off to tell the next passenger.
Myfanwy nodded her head in acknowledgement before he went off and turned her head t o her apprentice.
Nuline looked deep into her mentor eyes and was afraid to what she saw.
Fear.
Myfanwy was scared about returning to her homeland for some reason.
'Come get dressed.' Myfanwy told Nuline.
They had decided for their safety to ride into town in normal clothes.
They were going as rich commoners from McGhie.
Once they had gotten to the ranger cottage which was Myfanwy residence she immediately went to work.
It would take a while to get rid of 2 years worth of dust to go, she reasoned.
Nuline on the other hand stood in the door way and stared.
'Where are we?'
She asked Myfanwy afraid.
Myfanwy turned to look at her and smiled encouragement.
'Your room is the second door on the left. And in answer to that question about where we are…'
Her smile grew as she paused and looked around.
'….It looks like a ranger cottage and your home for the 4 or so years."
2 days later, Myfanwy was sitting on the veranda reading some very old reports in order to catch up with what had happened in the past 2 years and Nuline was throwing her knives.
Myfanwy had found Nuline 2 weeks into to the 2 year long mission and during the spare time had taught all the skills necessary for a ranger.
The rest of the day they slowly got into a timetable.
That night Myfanwy was reading even more reports and Nuline was just looking into the fire.
All of a sudden Myfanwy stood up threw the report on the chair and collapsed crying.
Astounded Nuline went over to comfort her.
Nuline had only ever seen her mentor as a well composed figure that never broke under stress.
How wrong I am she thought.
She was nerves.
The woman had taken almost 2 years on her last mission into McGhie.
The small graceful girl next to her seemed to only just notice the land.
'Is that your fief, Myfanwy?'
"Yes it is. In fact I have been watching it for the past 2 hours, Nuline.'
The older woman answered her apprentice.
Both of the girls were wearing a green cloak that looked as if it had been patched many times with different colours.
Under this the older girl was wearing a gown of a deep red, while the younger girl's gown was a deep black.
The cloaks fell to the ground over the dresses.
Both were wearing arm grads.
Showing that they knew something about a bow this was not uncommon in the recent times.
The odd thing was that the elder woman's arm grad was on her right arm, meaning that she was left handed.
Nuline was an orphan with almost a full 12 years behind her.
Her hair was shoulder length and a deep red.
She had light hazel eyes that usually had specks of hummer in them.
At the moment though they were filled with confusion.
Her usually talkative mentor was dead silent, staring straight ahead and answering her questions with only one or 2 words.
Tall with golden blonde hair, dark brown eyes, so dark that they were almost black and an air of confidence she was perfect for the role of a courier.
So perfect in fact that most people were confused wen she told them that she was no courier but a simple ranger.
The boat the girls were on was due to land in the fief Siobhán, in the country Scanlan.
The captain a rowdy man who went by the name of Liam came over to them.
'we will dock this afternoon.'
He told them before walking drunkenly off to tell the next passenger.
Myfanwy nodded her head in acknowledgement before he went off and turned her head t o her apprentice.
Nuline looked deep into her mentor eyes and was afraid to what she saw.
Fear.
Myfanwy was scared about returning to her homeland for some reason.
'Come get dressed.' Myfanwy told Nuline.
They had decided for their safety to ride into town in normal clothes.
They were going as rich commoners from McGhie.
Once they had gotten to the ranger cottage which was Myfanwy residence she immediately went to work.
It would take a while to get rid of 2 years worth of dust to go, she reasoned.
Nuline on the other hand stood in the door way and stared.
'Where are we?'
She asked Myfanwy afraid.
Myfanwy turned to look at her and smiled encouragement.
'Your room is the second door on the left. And in answer to that question about where we are…'
Her smile grew as she paused and looked around.
'….It looks like a ranger cottage and your home for the 4 or so years."
2 days later, Myfanwy was sitting on the veranda reading some very old reports in order to catch up with what had happened in the past 2 years and Nuline was throwing her knives.
Myfanwy had found Nuline 2 weeks into to the 2 year long mission and during the spare time had taught all the skills necessary for a ranger.
The rest of the day they slowly got into a timetable.
That night Myfanwy was reading even more reports and Nuline was just looking into the fire.
All of a sudden Myfanwy stood up threw the report on the chair and collapsed crying.
Astounded Nuline went over to comfort her.
Nuline had only ever seen her mentor as a well composed figure that never broke under stress.
How wrong I am she thought.