Return of Aerluinil to Winnie's Outpost.

Approximately one year ago. The figure stepped through the rain and Ryheric stepped forward to meet whoever it was. The chances of friendly faces was slim and he was ready to attack. But it only took moments for him to recognise the silhouette and regal movements of her. His initial hostile rush forward became something else. Eagerness. Gladness. They stopped and held a regard of each other for one moment. Then there were introductions, revelry, borrowed mead in the storehouse, mischief and merry-making. They did not know it at the time, but it was the last day they would see each other for over a year.