[Alatariel Telemnar]

Finëwen seemed as though the days had gone by slowly. She kept mainly in the back of the group when they traveled, and she would only walk, leaving her horse to carry most of her provisions, although they were small. She didnt need much and could go without food for awhile. It didnt really matter to her.

While everyone was off in their groups, she mostly sat by herself. The cub had brought many together, yet many alone. She tried to follow what was going on, but found it hard. Sleep came hard to her; most nights she would stay up, even if it wasnt her watch.

Falco had just suggested dinner, and even when someone offered her something, she simply refused, not hungry. She patted her horse and then unloaded some of the things off of his back so he could rest without the weight. He whinnied gratefully and began to graze at what grass there was.

Finëwen sat near the fire, watching the flames dance about. The wood cackled, as if laughing at them all. The cub played about a bit. Finëwen watched it and a glint of happiness came from her eye. The mood seemed to be weary yet cheerful.

Lumiel had been talking about her childhood, and that made Finëwen think of her own. She had enjoyed her time with the elves, and because of it, she had elven qualities. Yet, she didnt fit in with many of the elves, or so it seemed, because she was human. Finëwen shrugged that off and listened to the conversation.