Riddermark

Things we will never speak of again:

1. That tomb in the Norcrofts
2. The watchtower in Eaworth
3. The tavern in Edoras
4. The infirmary in Aldburg

But I feel like there will be more, in the days to come.

She beheld him, her cheeks blazed red with blush, and needless to say that his did too. Both in shock; neither had words, neither knew what to say. However, some one had to break the silence or the awkwardness of the moment, Haedley wished to nestle  deeper beneath his blanket like a turtle that could hide in its shell when faced with danger. It was an awkward exchange of stares, and both of them felt it.

«What is your favourite flower?»

Of all the things Melowen was ever asked about...

Weapon, countless times.
Armour, fighting style, saddle, beverage, food.

She felt a woman all of a sudden, after so many years of being a warrior. And only a warrior. She never thought of such a thing like a favourite flower, but, surprised by herself, Melowen realized she already knew the answer. It was already there, in her mind.

«The poppy»

She smiled, faintly.

Then suddenly a familiar voice called out from above,
"You!"

The Blooming

Chapter II

Flowers of the Spring

The Blooming

Chapter I

One, two, three dead orcs.
The wind in the hair, the green of the Mærc running under the hooves of Fram.

My sister is delusional.

I already knew she was obsessive, but really she's pushing this too far, now. She thinks I'll forget that hissy fit in the Mead Hall, when she accused me to have returned home in the Riddermark on a chase for her fiancé.

It's been several days, so far.

Several, since Ceorlgar and Melowen rode off.