An Elf's Tale, Part 29

Her heart refused to keep to a steady rhythm, and everything everywhere surrounding her suddenly seemed so aggravating… little things she's never taken notice of before were now endless sources of frustration. 

Why were they so far away from their destination? Why does the carriage move so unbearably slow? And the deluge of snow that paved the path, jerking the carriage a sudden left and then an abrupt right… why did it have to pour? Why did it have to exist? 

"Where had you taken her?" Eshwlyn asked in a rigid calm quiet.

"Master had her transported into a safe place in the neighboring township, rest assured she is unharmed," said Tilina sitting calm and poised across from her, juxtaposing her own overt restlessness on full display. "Now, please try and have patience."

"Patience?" She whirled at her, flashing a glare. "You know what you ask me? After everything? After so long? Do you not… so many days… I… I have already been patient."