A sunny day in the Plaza. A Clamod fenki, clad in full plate, heads from the forge to the fountain after selling Harnquist some spare bronze ingots she didn't need. Today was a full day: she learned that necromancers never stay dead, and saved an Ylian friend from an Akkaio Enkidukol. "But I'm not even a guard… nor I will be." she thought to herself.
Dropping on all fours, her armor clinking a bit, she sways her tail behind her as she smells the water, pouting. She looks to the side to notice a dead rat in the fountain, and backs up. Tripping, she falls to the ground, and snarls "This armor is not for me… I miss the chainmail". Letting out a long sigh, she stands up, remembering her first day in Hydlaa… that Kore Enkidukol, a high rank from one of the Enkidukai clans, offering her his help. The Clamod heads to see Willam the banker, slowly, glancing at the buildings surrounding her.
-Good morning, Willam.
-Ah, miss Mishka. Your personal account?
The Clamod nods, reading the piece of parchment the banker hands her. She takes a deep breath and hangs her head. "Broke again… thank you, Willam. Guess I should mine some copper, eh?" says the fenki, forcing a smile to Willam. Instead of working hard to earn her circles, the fenki decides to wander around Hydlaa. She takes a seat under the shadow of one of the trees. And thinks. About her life. Who she was, and who she is. About the words of one of her friends: "So you are… a blacksmith, a warrior, a hunter, you know your bit of magic, how to cook, and you divorced Sabriel, so you're 'free'." Her friend forgot to say mother, bartender of the Red Crystal Den and a guard there. That was insane, too much work, even though she wasn't event a hunter or a professional cook. And about Sabriel…
Holding back tears, she thought about Sabriel. Sabriel was her husband. In a dash of anger, she divorced him. Convinced about her resolution ("I don't love you anymore!", she told him), she left the only person that made her happy. Dead on the inside, she tried to find refuge in her friends and her training, and another pretty Clamod, which could be mistaken as her twin sister. But, without Sabriel, Mishka was only an empty shell. Deep inside, she knew she was completely alone, with a broken heart that will never be fixed, because it misses a piece.
Wiping a tear from her clear eyes, Mishka sobs. And remembers when Sabriel gave her a bouqet of charmflowers: "I love you until the last flower dies." The last flower was made of crystal, with an inner fire burning whithin it, made by a known pyromancer. And how she cried when, without being able to do anything, the flower broke, burning and killing the others, leaving just a pile of ashes where the bouquet used to be. Not even with the death of her father she felt so sad and lonely. She realized that she was alone forever… unable to die, doomed in life. And the promise she made to her husband came again:
"I love you forever, Sabriel. I'll love you after death. Not even death will tear us apart…"
Full of bitterness, anger and sadness, Mishka ran away. She didn't even bother summoning her rivnak, not even stopping to take a breath. Running up and down the hills, past the Derghir village, crossing the Irifon river, entering Dsar Akkaio, getting home… to find it empty. She fell on her knees, resting her paws on her thighs, while the tears rolled freely down her cheeks, falling to the ground. She muttered with a soft, calm voice:
-Sabriel, I love you. I miss you. I'm sorry. Come back. Lurr'olo.
