Back home
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It felt like an eternity ago that she had left that plot of land that her friends and her had set out to make their home.
And it had felt like a home back then, even though they had still been sleeping in tents and so much had still to be set up.
Now, the house was standing, and fields were being tended to, and yet the place held no feeling of comfort anymore. One inhabitant far away risking it all for love. One missing, maybe never to be found again. One now walking the plains of Zin’s Garden, his body resting in an ancient ruin instead of a proper grave.
But, it was a roof over their heads and a base of operations for what had to be done next.
Alexis told Tar to settle in. She had room to spare after all. Then she went to check in with the workers Gonyaul had organised to see what news could be gathered and to extend the arrangements if possible. She doubted she would have the time or mindset to do farm work in the near future.
Tar looked around Alexis plot and cabin. He had not her pegged as a landowner. It was a peaceful and almost idyllic place. Groves of trees, a few patches of sown seeds that would later, he saw a couple of goats munching on nearby brambles, an artisan well was strategically placed close to the man house and a few men who looked at him curiously, tending to it all.
It had been many years since he had escaped these forest, into the Plains to escape the madness that had descend upon people that first Winter.
Although he was not glad to be back he was curios to see how the city had grown from that small settlement almost 5 years ago.
He looked at the picturesque wooden cabin, the smell of fresh pitch still hung around it. He could not recall the last time he had slept indoors. He was about to enter when a small itch in the back of his mind made him turn. Turn and walk towards the edges of Greyriver's Holding.
After catching up with the workers, Alexis walked over to the cabin, stopping to look at it for a moment with a slight pang in her heart, remembering the time her friends and her had worked on it with their own hands.
She finally entered to put away the few things she had still on her from her journey. Noting Tar’s absence, she frowned, wondering what the man was up to already.
She went outside again to see if she could find him.
Alexis was not really sure how but eventually she took the path to the one place in her holding that most avoided. Somehow she knew she would find him here.
She came upon the man standing in the clearing, close to the sacrificial stone where Islana had almost died and Alexis had slayed the Preacher of Slivikhi.