The noon sun shone through the mornings rain clouds, warming the cold wet rider as she approched the courtyard of the green dragon, under her hood she smiled as the inn came into sight.
"I hope he is still here and that he got my note?" she whispered to the grey elven mount she sat upon. The tall slender figure dismounted and lead the saddleless mare across the courtyard to stables.
The stable master thoughts seemed elsewhere so she coughed politely and he looked up, "Good day too you stranger, My name is Derufin Stable master of this fine establishment, do you require a stall for your mount?" he smiled warmly. Removing her hood and shaking out her golden hair she nodded, politly returning his smile "She will suffer no saddle or bridle, but is of good nature and will go where you lead her, if you are of gentle hand, her name is Lintaer and mine is Taurėwen Taur'ohtar."
"Well met master Derufin, but if you will excuse me I am hoping to find an old friend within the inn." her eyes glittering with joy as she spoke. She then gave Lintaer a loving pat and headed for the inn, "Please still be here!" she whispered as she pushed open the door.
As her eyes hopefully scanned the common room she was slightly taken aback by the number of elves in the room, most younger than herself. The Greenwood elf sighed as she finnished her scan of the room, 'he's not here!' she thought sadly
she removed her cloak and hung it on a peg by the door, then disheartedly she made her way towards the bar....
[ October 09, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]
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