Those Aren't Tears (storyline)/A Lady Drake in Transit (vignette)

A Lady Drake in Transit
Originally posted on the official forums by GameMaster Quilic on 9/27/2018 at 6:53 PM.

The rocking and swaying of the wagon didn't bother Elspie a bit. Brannogh's arm stayed tight around her shoulders, and the motion of the wagon just forced them to snuggle that much closer. The air had already lost a great deal of its chill, and the balmy weather had done wonders for both Brannogh's cough and Elspie's mood. The farther she got from the Demonwall, the more the memories lost their harsh edges. Brannogh chuckled, and she looked up to find him grinning down at her. His smile was so full of warmth that she felt a foolish grin crawling across her own face to match his.

"You were reminiscing again, weren't you?" he asked her.

"Maybe a little. I can't believe it's actually in the past, you know?"

"Of course I do, precious. You've got decades of baggage resting on your shoulders, and no one expects you to cast them all off over the course of one journey."

"Thank you, Bran, for always understanding," Elspie said, tucking her head against his chest and burrowing into him.

"Of course, precious, and never fear. By this time next week we'll be safely in Mist Harbor, ready to enjoy your well-earned retirement."

There was a long, comfortable silence, and then Elspie stretched one hand out in front of both of them, her palm upturned.

"Ever onward?" she asked.

"Ever onward," he said firmly, clapping his hand into hers and intertwining their fingers.

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Nazhor shifted his weight suddenly, startling Penre, who hurriedly scraped everything on the table back into his satchel.

"What? What is it?" Penre asked, staring at Nazhor.

"Ever... onward...." replied Nazhor, his eyes gazing far into the distance as he spoke. Then he began to chuckle, very softly.