Bree

And as Lynxy looked through hills of ice and snow, dreams became forgotten and hearts became broken. Her bloodied feet had led her hill over hill it seemed from the winding plains of Rohan. The shoes were strapped together with torn pieces of her dress in a hope to keep them somewhat together yet the material only wore down messily upon the ground. The coins in her pocket were few and her body screamed with exertion. Her palm clutched at the streaming gash that crossed her delicate face. 

"Could this night get any better I wonder?" Lyfrid thought to herself sarcastically.   She hadn't seen her Stalker coming around the back of the structure.  One would think Lyfrid had the missing eye and ear, instead the Man.  Patch stood there at the end of the bench, one shoulder leaning on the stone wall.  From the woman's viewpoint, seated on the bench, he looked massive.  Instinctively she scooted to the opposite side of the bench, as far as she could move away from the one she called

Laying out one of her better thread-of-gold gowns and a pair of delicately embroidered slippers on her bed, Lyfrid began dressing herself in front of the horrendous mirror she kept in her private room at the Mercer Manor that sat high on the hillside in Arrowhaven.  The petite woman liked fine clothing, shoes and jewelry and spent a good deal of the coins she earned from reading runes on those things.  It would be fair to say, the Seer liked all the fine, tangible

The yells could be heard echoing through her ears like that roar of a large dragon. The hurried footfalls and clink of armor. She ran through the woodland, her breath labored with each step. The caramel curls streaming across her face as she looked, panic stricken, behind her. 
"Where yah runnin' lassy!" A voice would growl.
"Don't yah wanna play?" Another would bellow.

Dearest one, 
The Thane Theodvan exhibits similar traits to The Lord Emion in many many ways...his rise to power seems quickened like the flames of a wild fire. Engulfing everything around it for what he claims tah be the greater good. I know not of his intentions except tah gather many allies so tha" he is followed. He puts his trust in the nobles he allies 'imself with especially The Lord Gerwolf. I pray he knows wha' he is doin'. I trust the Thane though...

(A sloppily written page that looks to be done while riding)