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@Wicked Basket This is a continuation of the thread:
THE MARCH TO AJHFELD for the mini-event hosted
here!
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As the two portions of Blaith Harmond's split army merged, the march north towards Ajhfeld's capital had begun, and though the journey had been long winded so far, Igna felt this stretch of the journey was the longest. The winds here cut through the line of men like blades, forcing them to keep close and helping them to move fast.
She would have felt more alone on this journey had she not made a few acquaintances along the way, and though she wasn't sure if it could be called friendship, Jacen Wakefield was turning out to be someone she was relying on more than she should. At night, it seemed, the pair would find themselves in 'camp' together, keeping close to keep warm, huddled along with the rest of the army for whatever brief amount of hours they were alotted as they continued their journey north.
And after only about an hour of fitful sleeping, the army was awoken, and the whispers began to make their way through camp:
The capital was just ahead- not even an hour's march away.
Igna felt herself grow anxious as sheheld a breath, listened in to what the men were saying before moving to look into her rations of food. She knew she should eat, but knowing they were this close to a potential battle...
It made her stomach churn and curl into knots. So she decided to forgo the food as she moved to stretch her sore limbs and offered down a hand to Jacen.
"Come on. The army has begun to move. It shouldn't be much longer now until we reach the capital."