Once again, it had taken Nino days to travel across the desert; ten years hadn’t changed much of anything. People had started to populate the wastelands, leaving lost and broken people living in handmade houses. They basically built everything with whatever they could find. Makeshift homes and shelters blurred past her vision as she rode atop Silverglide. The closer she came to Vaha, the more her guilt sunk in. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p> It’s my fault this happened… She thought, lowering her head as she traveled through Ina’s old home. Now all barren and guarded, the once-beautiful forest was as quiet as a graveyard. At one point, she would have to visit Ina’s little sister, Wu. The only time she ever returned to the forest was after Ina’s death; Nino brought Wu her older sister’s battle gear. It was a sad moment, but not as sad as it was as Silverglide trotted down the path. <o:p></o:p> By the time she went down the exact path where she met her friends, Nino’s soul was crushed. Days had passed, as well as the memories of her friends. Once she went through the land of the Morgan Clan, she knew she was getting close to Vaha. Shoulders slumped; she tried to gather her bearings. It had started to rain. Patting Silverglide, she readied the reigns. <o:p></o:p> “Let’s go, Silverglide…” More time had passed, and right when she was going to fall asleep on the saddle, Nino finally took a moment to rest. Silverglide welcomed the moment, but as they hid in a cave with a lit fire, he snorted and stomped at his master. He was restless. <o:p></o:p> “I know, boy…we’re almost there…” Nino mused, shaking her head as she enjoyed the last of her tobacco and wrung out as many articles of clothing she could. She knew the dryness was going to be short-lived and once she was finished, she dressed and readied to leave once more. <o:p></o:p> It was nighttime, the clouds were heavy in the sky. She couldn’t remember how long it had been raining, but at this point in time the woman was drenched through to the bone. Even though her frail body was drenched through layers of tanned leather, her body didn’t shiver from the cold. Silverglide stomped at the soaked ground, ready to go. <o:p></o:p> Only a couple of miles more, and she soon found herself on the streets of Vaha. Almost everything was closed and a tiny inn/pub caught her eye. Nino stuck Silverglide into a free stable and entered; welcoming the warmth and smell of freshly made food. Nobody was at the counter, but a few people were warming themselves with the fire, food and drink. Ringing the bell on the counter, she removed her hat and sighed with relief. <o:p></o:p> At last, some food!