1-6 qps, depending on length and quality.
Potential +1 qp: if part of a series: o/x
Total: 1 rpkudos
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A deserted monastery waits in stillness, concealed by the dying forest. Apparitions have taken up residence in its walls and patrols from Shienar make their encampment in the ruined yard past the gate, though the walls that once protected it and the orchard that once sustained it have long since crumbled against the onslaught of the Blight. For a night, a woman has also taken her shelter there, by a circle of gravestones. Her horse snorts quietly in its slumber, and she mutters in discomfort. She never did take to riding horses, not after she was nearly killed by one as a child, and rode them only when she knew her legs could not be made to move her. The darkness shifts impenetrably around her as she drifts into sleep, lids sinking over her dark, brown eyes. She dreams lightly, of dancing — the only remaining thing in the world that brings her pleasure. She was alone as she danced, of course. No one would ever dance with someone so hairy and without charm.