An Elf's Tale, Part 40
It was another few days of the sluggish sway of the sea before even the slightest landmass could finally be seen over the horizon. Meanwhile, Eshwlyn remained confined to the cramped space of her room, waiting for the agony to cease, for the throbbing to dwindle, and for the scars on her body to fully heal and hide the memories of that night.
Ever since their last encounter, Eshwlyn was seeing less and less of Tilina about the ship, and the rare times they do happen to cross paths, the sullen Knight only treated her presence as if invisible, non-existent, with the sound of her chamber door creaking close becoming a regular ambiance to hear resound.