Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140218020301/@comment-11457306-20140219044913

M'Nara eventually stopped sobbing, worn out. She pulled off her pack and laid it on the ground to pillow her head upon. Curled up on her side, she held Sorrow and Grief in both hands and lay looking out over the cliff across the desert, watching as the sun began its downward journey. Exhausted from her frantic run to escape the rival tribe which had sought to bring her down, the last surving member of her people and worn out by grief and sorrow, she gradually faded into unconsciousness. Blissful sleep took her into a land where her children still laughed and played at her feet as her husband polished his scimitars.

(Pun intended, but not meant to be funny.)