Meia looked up from under the hood of her brown wool cloak and spotted the White Tower sparkling off in the distance and thought to herself, How long had it been she had be within its wall or should I say we. Glancing over at Kara for a moment noticing that in her thoughts she had fallen behind, she kicked her horse she rode up so she was almost next to but a little behind Kara's horse.

Kara walked up to the tower, and the shadow the collasal spire that strived to rip the sky. She had to check herself from gaping in awe. It was a long time since she had walked back up to the tower. As a seventeen year old she had been in awe, and she had left it hanging there. However now, her ageless face showed no emotion. She could have been walking through the darkest of battles, and she would have showed no emotion. The golden katana on her back and the scars crisscrossing her face proved that she was a battle worn sister.

 

Meia walked along side her. Her partner. Her defender. Her friend. They had been through so much together, and they had shared so much. Facing some of hte sisters again was going to be a challenge, and she needed Meia's help through it. A small wave of a feeling that can only be described as friendship slid across the bond. Kara let the corners of her mouth turn up, and she glanced at her Warder.

 

Time to come home.