Briannon

Day six - day tenth

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Day four - day six

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Skylark of the Briar Rose

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Diary

Prologue

 

Journey begins - 1. - 3. Yulemath

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The Vagabonds Tales - The Scar

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Crickets chirped peacefully as owls awoke, letting out their call into the dark night in the Trollshaws, where the thick evergreen coniferous trees protected the makeshift camp well. In the fur and leather bedroll, with a tent stretched over the top of them lay Hiath and Briannon – also known as the Vagabond and Skylark – as they woke up from a brief rest, though darkness was still in the sky.

Vagabond meets Skylark

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        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.

Skylark and Vagabond

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Hieth, wandering companion

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On her way to see grave of her friend Cirywen, burried under the pink painted tree in Shire, Briannon met a kindred spirit.

Seduction of Death

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Back Down From Up The Greenway

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High noon, the sun shone down as if it were trying to burn through the very fabric of the tinker-man's hat, very hot indeed. The Greenway's ghosts parted as the travellers paced on, heir brightly hue clothes vastly out of place in this grassy landscape, nothing but trees, and grass. Except, just on the brow of the hill, there peeked the brown stain of Bree, sitting as a crown atop the hill. The north of the hedgewall was coming in to view, an Birchald couldn't decide whether he was happy or not to see it.

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