Ayla

Draylia woke up with a start. She sighed in despair as she remembered the past that night when those raiders had killed her mother, or rather, her foster mother. She suspected they had also made off with her foster sister, Daine. Ayla was only ten. Nothing was going right. She cursed those raiders for taking the life she had so happily made her own.

She got up and looked through her stuff for something to wear, there was not much there, After all, her house had been burned down. "Ayla, hurry up will you?" She sighed again in frustration and got dressed. As soon as this task was accomplished she ran headlong out of her room and into the dining room. Break fast. It smelled so good.

"Ayla. What took you so long?" Why must she blather on and on as she does? . "Marla. I am leaving today." Ayla said to the woman that had called her down. Marla looked shocked "why ever for" "I must find what has befallen my sister" Ayla replied calmly. "Ah. Then I should pack some rations for a long journey. It was a pleasure to have you in our house." Marla said. She seemed to be upset. "When do you leave?" "I should think as soon as I'm packed Marla. Must you ask?" "no. no. I shouldn't have to. I know you to well." Marla had tears in her eyes as she said these words. "I suppose it is only fitting that I let you go find your sister. It is only fitting."she repeated