Bree

        I dived deep in this, just as skylark in her flight with song on my lips and heart. It brings a lot of joy to me to see him, that warm feeling when he is near, for the time we share same direction, path or fate.

        He followed me all trough my return to Bree, a foreigner to this lands, Southerner but not of the kind we usually see here. Ruddy, travel worn and large as oak tree, that i must climb on as in my childhood.

Everlyse stops at the stairs and looking around in the Inn, can't see any familiar faces around. Heads to the counter and orders something to eat.

Iarvenuil nods his head politely at the woman who entered, before turning his gaze back to the flames. Occasionally, he'd inhale from his pipe, and slowly blow out the smoke.

Everlyse glances back at the man by the fire while she is waiting for her meal, grins for a moment and turns back to the bar to order some wine too.

In mountains cold and forests old,

far away the beast yet roams. 

From whence it came or is to go,

none would dare tell.

Many warriors tried to match the beast,

Alas! One by one they fell.

Dearest Father,

I hope this letter finds you well and healthy as when you set off. Do not worry, for Miss Charlotte and I are both wanting in nothing except your quick return home. Life in town is nothing short of exciting and I shall have a good many stories to tell you when you come home.

Ellany returned down the stairs to the kitchen after helping Muirenn up to her room. As the day came to an end, Miss Charlotte had taken up one of the guard's shirts to mend. She squinted down at the small tear and let the firelight guide her needle. When Ellany sat down opposite Miss Charlotte, the elder woman glanced up from her sewing.

The next time Basaran saw the little thief he’d caught robbing his house, she was arguing with a vendor in Bree, feigning outrage at being accused of theft.  The vendor’s threats rang in her ears, the usual, about cutting her fingers off, mention of The Watch, jail and such.  It was whilst this scolding was taking place and the bread being prised from her hand that she saw the young Captain watching her from the steps of Three Farrows with some amusement.

The elder woman sat rocking in her chair by the hearth, not a single dark hair out of place, not even the few greying ones. Her knitting needles worked rhythmically in time with her rocking. Click, click. Click, click.

"So did you stop by the jail and acquaint yourself with the Watchers as your father bid you before he left? You know that if there's any trouble, you go straight to them." Miss Charlotte raised a thin eyebrow, regarding the younger woman across from her.

The firelight of the ovens were dwindling as no one was stoking them at this time of night. It had been an hour or two since Muirenn had finished her baking and left for home. With her chin propped in her right hand, Ellany looked dreamily at the quill poised in her left hand. A grin played upon her lips as she thought about how much had changed in the past few days.