Lunitari the Bloodaxe

[littlelotte]

*sighs*
She picks up the quill in her hand and dips it into the ink.

"Where to start..."

Since I have come to Cormyr my life has been one hectic thing after another. I wish it was in my power to control my heart, but alas...I cannot. I do not claim to have worldly knowledge of men, though I wish I did. Upon first arriving in Isinhold, I met Darius...*sighs*...what a horrible man he was. Filled my heart with empty promises, and then when I refused he turned on me. After that horrible experience, I refused to see him and wandered Cormyr in solitude. After quite a bloody battle with some hobgoblins I returned to Isinhold quite the worse for wear...and I met Talenduil. He very quickly became everything to me, my best friend, my lover and then my fiance. I never listened to anyone else when they told me it would never work...he was an elf, they dont commit. It didnt matter, I was in love. Well they were right. A week after his proposal...he left me. And has yet to return...it has been nine months now, and not one word.

*She drops the quill and wipes her brow quickly, and stretches her hand out.*
Things became complicated while Talenduil was away...there was someone else. He walked into my life and completely blew me away. I had never met another human being like him...and he wanted to give me anything I asked for. He gave me the choice to run away with him...and I didnt. I still had faith that Talen would return to me. So I turned him down. And he went his way, and I went mine...we continued to be friends and as the days when by, I fell more and more for him. Soon I was hooked...but he was already spoken for, and thus my chance had been missed. So here I sit, in a tiny room at the Regal Griffon Inn, thinking of the ghosts of my past, and what may lay in my future.

*She smiles to herself, as she lays the quill down. She stands and walks over the mirror. There is a silver chain around her neck and a delicate and beautiful ring hanging from it. She slowly unclasps the chain and slides the ring off. After looking at it for some time, she places it on the bedside table. After gathering up her belongings, she leaves the room...leaving the ring and all its memories behind her.*

[littlelotte]

*The quill she held in her hand scratched over the parchment swiftly, her teeth biting into her lower lip gently as she concentratred*

My life has become something I do not even recognize. I cannot ask for help, nor do I want it. People are fighting all around me. I cannot control it.

Soon, I will be with them. Then what will I do? What will I do about him?

*she sighs loudly as she lays the quill down, looking around the sparse room she was occupying*

What have I done?

[littlelotte]

She ran a gloved hand through her deep black hair in exhaustion feeling the remnants of the scar attained in the months before her stint on ship. She could not remember when it happened or how, and nor did she care anymore. She was a different person now...

She approached the room she had rented for the night in the Wailing Wheel inn and thrust the key into the hole and turned it easily. The door swung open to reveal a small, cold and unfriendly room. Exactly what she was used to. Her pack slid off her shoulder into a heap in the corner of the room along with her axe, still covered in the blood of an enemy. She automatically began unbuckling the many straps on her armor and piled it next to her bed.

Sitting down on the tiny bed she held her head in her hands. Here she was again...always getting herself in the same situation. Her mind wandered back to that night, just a few days ago. The things he had said, they had made her smile, made her felt warm and wanted. The first time she had felt those feelings since Zak.

Her hand automatically went to her heart as it fluttered at the thought of her husband. What if he came back? What would she do? What could she do?

He had said that part of her would always love Zak, and he would understand her decision if things were fixed between the two.

Running a hand through her hair exasperated she flung herself backwards onto the bed and lay there. She stared up at the ceiling long enough for the candle to burn all the way down and leave her in darkness.

"What now?" She spoke quietly to herself, rolled over and closed her eyes.