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It was a truly lovely time of year. A crisp early spring breeze teased through the fresh green leaves of the nearby forest, lightly rattling the branches when a particularly strong gust rushed over the mountain passes. Everything was green and alive, and swaying to the gentle chorus of a bubbling mountain spring while the lilting voices of a million songbirds rose around the quaint little town nestled at the base of The Thunderbacks – on the north side away from the plains, of course.
Could there be a more idyllic setting? A cozy, peaceful village tucked away, sleepy and forgotten by the rest of the world and the woes therein. It was any normal person's dream. There could hardly be a safer place to live out your days without a care beyond plying your trade of choice and raising your happy little family.
It was a kind of unobtainable vision to someone like Blair. The place was too small, too peaceful, too perfect. How could someone like her, a person who had seen the world and all the horrors it could offer, ever settle themself to such an ordinary little life? If nothing else, the quiet would have driven the mercenary mad within days. Although some might argue that she'd long since lost her mind – and maybe they were right.
Blair wasn't really one to argue about her state of sanity or lack thereof.
No, the little village was definitely not a place she could ever live, and she'd never have been able to handle that much quiet for that long, but as a little reprieve, well you couldn't beat it could you? Besides, a little quiet and peace was great for her current activity. Blair was perched on a weathered tree stump, one leg thrown over the other and a book open in her lap. It was a beautiful story about a princess and a knight.
Except the knight wasn't really a knight. They were just some nobody that had stolen a fancy horse and some pretty armor from a dead one. Truly, an inspirational tale about overcoming prejudice and proving your worth or something like that – Blair didn't really know or care that much about the philosophy or morals behind the story.
Plus it was growing harder and harder to concentrate, what with all the screaming and people running past her, casting their shadows over the pages. They were being so very dramatic. Honestly, it was just one little fire wyvern! Who cared if the thatched roofs were catching fire or that the fire was spreading all through the village? If it weren't for the fact she was reading Blair might even have enjoyed the sound of crackling fires reducing any wooden structures to little more than ash and embers.
Actually no, she still enjoyed it.
Fire was such a soothing sound, wasn't it?
Blair deftly turned the page with her free hand, and brought the ruby-skinned apple to her lips with the other, taking a delicious and crunchy bite while ignoring the roaring of the beast wreaking havoc just a few dozen feet away.