I dreamed of shining towers and bright blue skies. I dreamed of the warm sun and the sound of songbirds. I dreamed of flowers in the air and cobble stoned streets. I dreamed of grand halls and flying banners.

“Ithil.” 

It had been some months since Grams passed away and Finchley found herself at the well-reputed Hengstacer Farm. Éogar, son of Hadorgar looked the trim lass - though he mistook her for a boy at first - up and down and eventually nodded. She seemed to have an affinity and respect for animals and none of his mares and stallions seemed ill at ease in her presence. And, if his eyes didn't decieve him, there was a trace amount of experience there despite the general air of whimsy and greenness about her. Still, she seemed such a small sort of person in the wide world.

“So will you want to use the sword or your new staff first? You will have to choose one or the other, and be clear in your mind about which you will reach for if we are endangered,” Waelden said in general conversation.