Date: 2020-09-12 02:52 am (UTC)
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Of course, the horse.

She had almost forgotten the barley-colored mare she had given him all those long months ago. Forgotten as well was his promise to return to her, to give her fair payment for such a gift.

"Oh." She stares at the purse he places on the desk, thrown by seeing Eskel in this place that seemed so divorced from him more than by the fact that he came to fulfill his obligation to her. She didn't doubt he would at least try, when he did not return the following spring, or even that summer, she had thought perhaps he could not, not that he did not want to.

She glances down at her gown, a beautiful thing made of lush green velvet, cut for her body and sewn so cleverly it makes her look like a beautiful paragon of womanhood and not just a soldier in a dress. At the edge of her vision, the horse head finials of the torque around her neck glimmer golden in the torchlight, their emerald eyes winking at her.

"Everyone else is dead," she says in the end, sounding very tired. "I am all that is left."
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