She could keep the promises that she made to others, but she could never keep the promises, that she made to herself. She thought that she wouldn't return to the torpid town of Bree. Yet, here is where Sicarra's feet carried her. The place where her journey begun. She stood by the fireplace and remembered the first time, anyone noticed her. The first time she had to explain to a devodiod, that is, an outsider. That she was deaf. The playing of his lute would quite literally fall upon deaf ears. It was that one simple act of kindness, that acknowledgement that left a lasting impact on her. Sicarra wanted to know more about this man, she wanted to know why it seemed, that he could see through her so easily without wanting to manipulate or hurt her.
At home, men were people to be afraid of, but there was no fear when she was near him. He introduced her to more people, they became her friends, her family? She wanted to call it family. It all seemed to good to be true. A pretty, pretty illusion and maybe it was. Either way here she is. In Bree, looking for another distraction, hiding from herself. Pots and pans and Butterbur's smile would once again be her companions.
