Rannie stared up at the dark ceiling with her hands behind her head. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t sleep…in fact she hadn’t slept since Seaver let her go. She had become so use to being in the same bed with him, the feel of his body next to hers, listening to him as he slept, and hell even his scent to send her to sleep that now that she was without it was impossible to drift off.
Despair, frustration, and anger filled her as she thought of Seaver once more. Why couldn’t have seen that she only wanted to be with him, the rest didn’t matter? Why couldn’t he have listened when she tried to tell him that? Why did it seem that he gave her so little when he’d given the others so much more when it was her that stuck by him when everyone had started avoiding him? Rannie scowled and her body started to shake while her chest felt as someone had stuck a sword through it.
She covered her face, shaking her head as she took a calming deep breath. It was just like when Belegandir had betrayed her and she couldn’t go back to that bitterness, not again. She forced herself to think of something other than him…the job for Bulivye came to her mind, the one Seaver was sure she’d end up getting killed on. Now that Seaver was gone, she had nothing keeping her back.
It might be just what she needed, she thought. A chance to get her confidence back and get away from Bree Land for a while. Rannie chewed her lip in thought as she sat up in the bed. If she did the job she would have to prepare. Seaver was right that going off in an unknown land to infiltrate a camp of people she knew nothing about was suicide.
Even Iaurmenel saw the folly in that when Rannie told her about the news of Cynraede and the elf suggested she help Sybri look for him and Rannie told her she didn’t know the land. A small part of her couldn't help but sneer at her, what did it matter if she died? No one needed her. All her friends had someone and she was after all just a rat.
Rannie shook her head, wincing at the pain it caused due to the large amount of alcohol she had drank that night. No, if she was going to do this, she was going to do it right. She would need maps or even better someone to guide her through the lands and tell her of it’s people. Rannie had to be smart and prove she wasn’t just some pathetic ex-thief that couldn’t get herself out of a bed roll much less anything else to everyone and to herself.
