Chapter Eight: Time
In all the days of my life I have never met someone and then acted like I’ve known them for all my life. One minute I was helping some marauder escape from the guardsmen, and now I’m ready to throw my life away and run away with him to who knows where. I feel out of control and unreasonable, but I like it. It’s rebellious, it’s… freedom.
Now that I only have a few moons left, I have to get everything I need together before I leave. I only packed the things that were of relevance to me: some clothes, my drawings, pictures of my family, and my book of mapping paper. After packing I decided to leave a detailed note to my family explaining that I left and that I would be back someday.
Before I left I decided to have one last talk with Airen. Even though I knew deep down inside that I should speak to all of my family and Julius before leaving, I still feel like I should only talk to Airen because he understands me most. Tonight after dinner around the eighth moon he was in his room sitting quietly. When I approached him, he looked at me with saddened eyes.
“So, have you finally decided what you were going to do as far as your life now?” He asked. I gulped. I sat down beside him.
“Yeah, I’m going to run away. I’m going to take a boat and sail away.” He laughed.
“Oh, so you want by that method? And you sure, especially being a young, beautiful woman, you want to travel alone?” I paused. Did I really want to tell Airen the other details of this? I mean, if I do, will he go after Parauvin and Andrias?
“Yeah, I am going to travel by myself. I’ll be fine. I just came to tell you that I’m leaving soon and that I love you.” He smiled at me, and we were caught in a tight hug. I began to cry he hugged me as tight as he possibly could. I gave him a loving peck on the cheek and then went to my room to get changed for the voyage.
I decided that with this trip I would return to my old ways. No more expensive dresses, boots and silk stockings. I would wear the same clothing I wore prior to my gained knowledge of the engagement. I wore knickers again, my beat-up, low shufflers were back on my feet, and my hair was out and messy. I felt like myself again. Though I wanted to maintain this image, I still packed some fancy clothes just in case I needed them.