Faithe was then taken in by the church when she was ten and raised. She went back to check on her parents once and Souleater caught her. That was Souleater's Dragged story. She returned again later and was caught by an orc warrior who beat her nearly to death and told her not to return.
Faithe is going into the barrens to check on her orc parents. At some point, she will be captured. If someone in game wants to do it that's fine. If not, I'll just write it in. ))
Gentyl sat by the fire reading some letters. Faithe knew what they said because she had transcribed each one. The originals were tied with blue ribbons and each night Gentyl pulled one out to read beside the fire while Faithe completed the copies. A copy of each letter was returned to the man who had written them. They were too beautiful for someone to not realize someday that the old warrior had the heart of a poet.
The coals burned brightly in the fireplace, but Gentyl put another log on the fire and watched it collapse through a nearly burned through brand, sending sparks flying onto the hearth. Gentyl nudged them back with her boot and sat back down in her favorite chair. An evening breeze ruffled one of the tapestries near the partly cracked open window. In the glow of the fire, the faint motion made the hunting party in the tapestry look as though they were moving through the trees.
Gentyl sipped the tea flavored with spices and orange rind. That was a particular favorite of Faithe's also. Faithe closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The wood smoke, spices, oranges, mingled with just the faintest scent of roses from the bouquet Faithe had brought in earlier, but beneath was the earthier layer of hay and fresh horse manure on oiled leather. It was an odd perfume, but no more odd than the people of this order.
"How is Almark doing?" Gentyl asked, breaking the silence.
Faithe opened a jar of lotion and rubbed some on her hands. How was he doing? She had done everything she knew to do, but there were some wounds that were beyond her control. "He's doing better, Sepha. He hasn't been coughing blood lately, but I don't think that is due to my treatments. If anything, all I've been able to do is relax him a bit and clear his respiratory. I think he needs long term care and I doubt he will put up with me ducking his head under and sheet so he can inhale herbed steam much longer." She raised a silver eyebrow. "I think at first he believed I was making sport of him."
Gentyl laughed. "While I like Almark immensely, I think that might be unwise."
Faithe replaced the top on the jar and nodded. "I agree, Sepha, and yet he is very amenable to everything I have asked him to do. He even agreed to teach me how to play chess."
"Oh, I'm sure he would like that. I wish I had a mind for games, but I don't"
Faithe rearranged her writing instruments precisely. "Sepha, I am going to visit my parents as soon as I give Almark his last treatment."
Gentyl looked over toward the small writing desk where Faithe sat near the fire. "No you aren't."
"I have to, ma'am."
The cup clinked on the table next to Gentyl's chair. She reached down and pulled a boot off with the spur still attached. "I said no." The boot dropped with a heavy thump as if emphasizing what she said. The second boot followed.
"Sepha, if Papa had not taken me from that caravan I wouldn't be alive today. Another one of the hunters was about to set his hound on me when Papa found me."
The auburn hair fell around Gentyl's face when she pulled the thong loose binding it. "What happened last time you went to visit them?"
"He threatened to kill me if I returned, but I've messages from that area. No one has seen him for a long time. I think I can slip in and check on them. I want to take some supplies to them and make sure they are well. These battles are right where they are. I have to check on them."
"If you insist on going, I'll send an escort with you."
"I insist." She insisted, but she wasn't going with an armed escort. One person could slip though the lines easily enough. A war party would only stir up more problems.