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Ingrid wandered through the heart of the herdlands, kicking pebbles out of her path. Saying that she felt out of it was an understatement, it was more like she'd just been knocked on her ass by a shire. Everything had gone by so fast. In less than 24 hours, she'd gained a new home, a new job, and a new God. It had shaken her world enough to make her motion sick. On the bright side, for the first time since leaving the kingdom, she wasn't worried about where her next meal was coming from. Not to mention she'd finally be able to get a good night's sleep, which was fortunate since she was growing more tired by the minute. By the time she reached the top of the next rise, she wasn't sure she'd be able to take another step. Her eyelids drooped. There couldn't be any harm in sleeping here tonight, could there?
Then something curious happened: The air began to taste like salt. Confused, she squinted into the cool wind now hitting her face. A jolt ran through her whole body. Spread out before her was more water than she ever could have dreamed existed. The sun blazed a trail over white-capped waves that stretched all the way to the horizon. Even with all their tales of the sea, the bards of New Rheven had never done it justice. Not that she blamed them. All the words in the world couldn't have prepared her for how vast it really was, nor how small she'd feel by comparison. For a few minutes she just stood there, taking it in.
Then she turned her eyes to the land. She scanned the cliffs. Horses were dotted here and there, manes shimmering orange and gold under the sinking sun. Looking at them, it occurred to her that she might need to make a few friends here at the Edge. Of course, from here she couldn't tell which would like her, or possibly hate her guts. She promptly decided that before she went to bed, she'd try her luck with at least one. She trotted down towards them, the crash of the waves growing louder in her ears.
