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It seemed empty. The last time Laun was there, there had been a tent city filling the landscape.
Laun pulled back the curtain and looked out on a grassy set of low hills. It was peaceful as if there had never been any trouble. There was even a large pond or small lake glinting in the distance. Laun could hear geese somewhere close.
There was a small welcoming party from the main house near the entrance marker to the Hawkwell lands. Laun saw Captain Leon talking to several people in the dark colors before motioning for the group to follow. The carriage lurched forward and Laun held onto the strap anchored in the wall of the cabin to keep from falling into the footwell.
Laun was helped out at the same place she had been helped out of a carriage a year before. She was escorted through the same receiving hall with the same murals. This time, she purposely stopped and looked at them. Yes, she was a Hawkwell. Yes, Tressa and she looked remarkably alike, but the resemblance between Laun and Falmir now was even more striking. She did see that the portrait had been done many years before. Falmir now had grey in his brown hair and lines between his eyebrows. Or, perhaps, it had been the year of governing that had done it.
Laun saw familiar things as she was escorted through the halls. To a familiar room. »Read More