Chapter 68

I sitting on a boulder picking at the old fabric of the awful black dress I now wore. It looked like it belonged in the closet of some wretched medieval nun, well that's what you get for puking all over your outfit, My original outfit was near ruined but it was better off to this and I didn't even want to know what I looked like in this.
I had managed to pick out most of the twigs in my hair and I tried to put it back in a presentable manner by combing my fingers through it after washing my face at a nearby stream to clean off my ruined makeup. Seeing a stream made me remember my time with my family back home and I teared up.
I didn't care that the two women behind me could hear me crying because of my loud hiccups and sniffles. At least I wasn't doing it in front of Orian and his army, that would be worse. It's not like I had a choice of crying in privacy, the two women were with me watching my every move while I cleaned up so I wouldn't run away.