More daily15 fun.


It was dirty, it had fleas, but it was cheap, and that was all that mattered.

Amy sat down on the bed, wincing as hay poked through the bedding and scratched her. She'd slept on better and she'd slept on worse, but she'd slept on better for longer and more recently. Getting used to the idea of not knowing where and when the next meal and the next bed would be was going to take a while. Those particular worries hadn't been in her mind after Father began his planning.

This journey was for Father, and she'd endure. She'd experienced worse as a girl, and any bit of suffering that would come would still be better than life on the streets.

The hay was as bothersome as she had thought. Of course, it could just be that she was tired. The trek through the mountains was horrible, and she knew she'd have to do it again when she returned. But when she did return, she would have the Soul Edge, and its power would make it seem like nothing at all. The protective and restorative properties of the Sword of Miracles were well-known.

If only it could do something about these wretched fleas...

Cursing her bed companions, Amy turned to find a more comfortable position. Her roommates, however, would not leave her alone.

"They probably understand Tuscan better than French," she muttered.


Gotta show the Sorel love. You know Amy'll be in SC3, and she'll have prep cancels, too.