>>18381730>>18387733Two battles. Two victories. Yet the warrior cannot shake the feeling of emptiness that has overcome her. The confounded sheep woman had promised her that these 'wrestling matches' would be tests of strength like in the gladiatorial arenas of old... But all she finds herself feeling is an immense melancholy. There is no true bloodshed... No hatred... Just sportsmanship and trial... The Visigoth returns her opponents nod with one of her own, but she cannot keep the sadness out of her eyes.
Nothing in this place made sense, it was all a cacophony of colour and sensation without purpose. She longed to return to her homeland. For whatever purpose she had been brought forth to this time was certainly lost. She'd not heard from the so called Khan for weeks. Left adrift in civilisation with naught to guide her.
Melancholy. Profound melancholy.
Something...
She needed SOMETHING.
