Sanria wrote a note, something so familiar now. She was on her way out again, this time to meet up with Kineada to visit Fenlauch. Part of her felt bad for not just telling Colin to his face where she was going. The other part just wanted to avoid the questions, the concerned looks, the inevitable face that Colin would give her. She did love him - but there wasn't a way she could reconcile what he had done. Her options were to forget it and return to a sickeningly sweet version of her old life, or stick with her beliefs and move into the world as her own person. Sanria chose the latter.
She left the note and headed outside, her pack shouldered, and turned her feet toward Westbridge. The day was crisp, the sunlight through the leaves of the wood dazzling. Even once she had cleared the treeline to walk the road, her heart was unexpectedly light. She was off to adventure, to something new. It had been so long. She hadn't taken her airship out for ages and as she walked Sanria began to formulate plans to go somewhere, anywhere, in her ship. Certainly, she was pregnant, but that never stopped her before.
What stopped Sanria now was the very strange looking wizard at the gates who seemed very interested in the beauty of the day - and accompanying her into the city.
