Rieka stands alone, looking out to what lies beyond the White City. She has been up since sunrise, and spent the morning trying to find her way to the highest point of the city that she could reach. Looking out now, she can see off to the land of Mordor, silent for the time since its master's fall. She can see what remains of the great battle feild also, but she does not look there. Instead, she turns her head to two places: those lands that are far off, and those that are close.
The city is, for the most part, awake now. From above, she can hear the murmer of people. They are buying their food and trying to get back to their daily lives. Some are still recovering from the festivities of the coronation, but most are trying to move on. It is evident in the way they move.
Her gaze lingers lingers in the distance, but not for too long. For a little more, she will concentrate on the city, but time will tell how long she will stay.
"It may not be long..." she utters the words quietly, half to herself.Current Mood:  thoughtful Current Music: Everybody to the Limit - Strongbad |
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