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Kiria
Though they moved as fast as they could, the trip back to Brithnem seemed interminable. A dream-like slowness coated everything. Days felt like sleepless nights. Kiria’s very bones were exhausted by the time they were halfway there. Bard, on the other hand, seemed to have manic energy now that he didn’t have to stay awake at night and sleep during the day. His dark eyes filled with fire at any mention of Jori.
Today was another chilly one. It kept raining off and on as they rode, lifting no one’s mood. The horses were slogging through mud since the roads had gone soft. They were worn out too.
Kiria sheltered under a canopy quickly constructed by her girls. Viktor helped them to get it attached high enough on the tree. Sighing, she tightened the black strip of fabric around her
