The wight stood several feet away, having stopped to look around. Eira waited, hoping it would go away. Instead, a bitterly cold and vile voice arose from it, icy eyes narrowing, "You cannot hide, mortal."

It’s almost relaxed that Lusseriel was sitting in the stable near her horse. The black creature was beautiful and a wonderful companion. Near her feet, Mrs Hops was munching on some hay that came from the horse feed.

Lusseriel patted the animal’s head and decided to pick up her diary and only stopped long enough to glare at a far too curious stable-hand until he got the message and left.

Aellwenn sat by her front window as was her custom when deep in thought, happiness. What is happiness? And did she deserve it after all this time? The aristocrat in her wanted to step on the so-called 'peasants' in Bree-town. People were annoying her more than usual of late. But then what would that accomplish? Nothing wholesome or praiseworthy. No, it would only reinforce the ideas of her that were already present. 

Constable Tanglerush sat with her morning coffee in the gazebo, looking out onto Little Staddlemere rather than at Watcher Millaray Boggs, standing at attention before her. “At ease, Millie”, the Constable sighed, setting her cup on the railing. “I’m not the one angry at you. This is coming from Grimbriar, through Heathstraw, then to me.” 

How long had she wandered?

The fog never ceased, and the night was never ending. Carefully placing her walking stick before of her every step, she meandered the endless, rolling hills and barrow mounds. Only the occasional stone peer broke the scenery of fog, grass, and rolling mounds. She was hastily losing track of the time as she walked on and on.

I knew life was too peaceful. When things are peaceful for too long, it creates stable grounds to breed strife.

I hired a young woman called Eira as staff at the Inn. She is thriving at the job, oerhaps a bit too much. I think I may teach hew to spin and weave. It may help her slow down.

Nimraph finishes his second cup of lavender tea, starting to feel his eyelids droop. He rises from the chair briefly to set the cup on the mantle. 

He sits back down with a sigh, casting his gaze to the sleeping woman he held vigil beside.