Post by Moira on Oct 25, 2013 21:34:11 GMT -5
After a tearful reunion with her daughters, Moira sought out Quinn once more.
“Quinn,” she said earnestly. “Cormac be still missing and I’m going back to look fer him. I need to ask ye a favor. When ye left Eliador, was there anything at the smithy that I could borrow? Armor that might fit me, a longsword, a polearm of some kind? A glaive, a ranseur, anything? I can bring it back to ye here after, as well as whatever Pal and I ken carry.” She showed him the lightning singe marks through her wool coat and continued. “I’m just not prepared fer what we’re goin’ after.”
The momentum that had carried her through the catacombs had run out after she’d opened that door and realized how ill prepared she’d been, and still was. She had no money and no time to earn it. If Cormac were still alive after more than a week, it would be a miracle. A second miracle. The first had been that her Aile and Fenny had survived and found refuge in Cumbrae. And that from the aid of her new traveling companions. It must have been fate that led her to them after they had saved her daughters. Perhaps it was fate that would allow them to save her son as well.
In any case, she needed to be better prepared than she’d been. And for that, she needed the help of those that survived from Eliador. If she could do something for them, then maybe they could do something that would help her find Cormac.
“Quinn,” she said earnestly. “Cormac be still missing and I’m going back to look fer him. I need to ask ye a favor. When ye left Eliador, was there anything at the smithy that I could borrow? Armor that might fit me, a longsword, a polearm of some kind? A glaive, a ranseur, anything? I can bring it back to ye here after, as well as whatever Pal and I ken carry.” She showed him the lightning singe marks through her wool coat and continued. “I’m just not prepared fer what we’re goin’ after.”
The momentum that had carried her through the catacombs had run out after she’d opened that door and realized how ill prepared she’d been, and still was. She had no money and no time to earn it. If Cormac were still alive after more than a week, it would be a miracle. A second miracle. The first had been that her Aile and Fenny had survived and found refuge in Cumbrae. And that from the aid of her new traveling companions. It must have been fate that led her to them after they had saved her daughters. Perhaps it was fate that would allow them to save her son as well.
In any case, she needed to be better prepared than she’d been. And for that, she needed the help of those that survived from Eliador. If she could do something for them, then maybe they could do something that would help her find Cormac.
