The Fall of the Light

Bombshells and Bedrolls

 

 

 

A letter? All she’d left was a letter?

 

 

Cadmael tossed in his sleeping bag as he thought it over. He knew he couldn’t really expect more; after all, he’d barely known the girl. He hadn’t known she was the daughter of her peoples ruler, either.

 

Regardless, he still felt he was owed more than a simple, short letter, especially with all that it contained.

It wasn’t her elevated position that surprised him the most, it wasn’t that she’d returned to her father, when she was previously running from him, it was the “token of their love.”

 

 

Cadmael had tried to play it off to the other members of group, but inside he was far from certain how he’d react. He’d never even considered the possibility of this with Yurien, especially after the nights he’d spent with Verisiel in the past, with nothing to show for it. Then again, he hadn’t considered the possibility of finding another partner since Verisiel, either.

 

 

All he knew was that he had to find Yurien, despite what she said in the letter, and talk to her. Despite his lack of concern to the others, Cadmael didn’t want to abandon the child, and especially not the mother, but how could he stay with them and let Paramar defile the memory of Melora? 

 

How could he leave them to fight against Paramar, knowing the risks involved? He knew how close they’d been to trouble in the forest. If the High Paladin had been a little less proud, had he had anyone else with him, he might not have had the opportunity to spend the nights sleeplessly.

All he knew was that even if he had to go alone, he had to find Yurien.