When the night was at it's darkest she arrived to the timber gates of Forlaw, guiding Gewind slowly up the hill. The wool clad woman offered the reins of her beloved horse to the guard by the gates, her both hands gripping his as he held the tethers of her steed. While holding the young man's hand tightly she smiled silently, bowing her head in vast gratitude. He had allowed her in and out without informing the reeve who had stated she'd be exiled if she'd leave the town.
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