Looking over her shoulder, Aedeyssa shudders. Her hands moving automatically, one toward her burn scar, the other to the soft fur of Orchid, she nods slowly. Wherever I may be going, they will not find me for a while, yet. she thinks to herself, walking up the gangplank. Her one hand still grips on to her companion's fur. The elk, used to such motions from her, ignores the tugging and continues walking next to her. I can only beg the Eldest for the time to grow strong. Imbrex, allow this to be an ending. Ng, allow this journey to end not in failure, but in triumph. The fires still fresh in her mind, unmarred by the ravages of time, Aedeyssa steps onto the boat, called the Iron Kelpie. From her past, to her future.