Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140928161954/@comment-11457306-20141007041425

Dusk was coming on. In the forest, the light faded quickly. Daria ate from the supplies she had in her pack and drank sparingly. She was beginning to worry. If Tasha and Brihanna were hurt or killed, would anyone even miss her? Would anyone come looking for her? It was a long walk out of the forest in any direction--and that would be the only way she could find the sun to tell her which direction Skyrim was in. She sure as Oblivion couldn't climb a tree now to see above the canopy. To find Alen..Ala...she could not remember the name of the Tree to save her life. Why couldn't the Bosmer have good solid names like Ravencrone or Stormcloak? Those were names you could remember. Anyway--to find that blasted Tree she'd need to have all nine divines pushing her in the right direction. Right.

Darkness closed in on the forest. Daria felt terror creeping over her. She had no idea what horrors roamed the night here. Long had it been since she had felt this way--not since she had been trapped on the wrecked prison ship, The Seraphim, with Dralnach and Kazriis and those horrible cannabalistic creatures. Even the long years in prison being abused by the guards had not compared to that. Feelings she had thought she'd left behind returned in full force and she curled up into a ball and lay listening to the night sounds, flinching and jumping every time something sounded close by. Daria's long night began.