Vohne had helped tightening the leather strappings around her calves. He knew she would need her ankles to be steady in the forest. The trails were still covered with snow, and it would most probably be almost knee high most of the time…
Cibelle didn’t remember the last time she had worn pants. She had to borrow Vohne’s, and the difference in sizes made the fabric puff around her otherwise svelt thighs. But she couldn’t risk leaving the house in her usual apparels.
Both their lives were in her delicate hands, now.
Fastening the long blade to her belt, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, resting his head on her stomach. He could smell the fear, even through her thick cloak. Even if his voice was muffled by the wool, Vohne spoke softly, knowing she could feel every word.
-You can do it, Love… I will not leave you alone until you make your way back to me!
Cibelle’s gaze was empty, but she knew it was time to leave the warmth of their home to fulfill her fate. Against all odds, she now would have to fight against creatures that had been her allies, or else…
Or else, she’d lose Vohne, after all they had been through.
The sun was peaking above the horizon, and there was no time to waste. Gathering what little courage she had, Cibelle cupped Vohne’s chin and pulled it up. Kneeling before him, she kissed his lips, as tenderly as if it were the last time their mouths were to meet.
-It is time, Dearest…. I have to go now. Make sure to lock the door behind me. I don’t know how long it will take me.
She stood up, and walked to the front door. Looking behind her shoulder, she carved the memory of Vohne’s silhouette in the back of her mind, knowing she’s need the souvenir, in time….
Wrapping herself tight in her cloak, she stormed out.
Coming back empty-handed was not an option.
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