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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2007 13:37:44 GMT -5
Aranya dragged herself up the bloody field, wincing with every step. She found Jach and Chella, with cruel wounds.
They regarded each other in silence.
"I'm sorry," Aranya's voice was hardly steady. "I know your men are dead." Her own wounds were making her feel feverish. It didn't feel like they'd won. She clutched her axe, wishing she could avenge the dead wildlings. But all she could do was take care of the two that were left to her. I hope the Milk Snakes survived, somehow.
"You're injured," she said finally. "I'll get you to some healers. Come Chella, Jach."
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Post by Lilith Royce on Jun 24, 2007 20:23:53 GMT -5
Together, the three of them limped across the field of death, each holding the other two up right. They had heard there was a hospital in the Ballroom of Casterly Rock. Chella laughed grimly. She was going to the ball after all, a little mountain clan wench like herself.
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