A laugh escaped her as he spoke of Quellë’s handiwork. “I suppose it would have been honorable of me to warn you before he struck.” She grinned then heaved a sigh. “Though with what he just went through, I hardly blame him…” She trailed off as her eyes averted to the idle drawing in the sand. She sat silently as she watched, resting her hand against the rebandaged wound.
Quellë had ceased his grazing and now wandered over to where the pair sat. He let out a huff of warm air into her shoulder before slowing making his way to the man. His nose quivered as it lowered to inspect the rangers boot, then slowly moved up his leg until he paused at the pockets. Rochelle laughed, “He knows you supplied the sugar…” Quellë snorted and tossed up his head warily as the mans arm moved, but he stood in place, lowering his head once more. She decided she’d let the horse do as he willed, and she watched on in amusement. When the stallion had been satisfied, he moved off to doze.
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"You are the most polite to me of many I have met in a year. Hopefully your opinion will not change when what you have planned is over. Indeed there are some who would call me cruel."
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She looked up, “You have not given me a reason yet to be impolite…though your first words of the situation on hand would have had me in foul temper had you not reconciled and agreed to help.” She nodded as he continued. “I shall tolerate it, though my experience is much less than yours I am sure.”
The woman watched the rangers antics as he brought around a small bag. Her mouth opened slightly at the sight beheld. He excused himself and left for the stream. Meanwhile, she rose and walked over to Quellë to inspect him.
Ai, my friend…indeed I have no understanding of what is to come, but you are a brave soul for daring it with me. She smiled and gave him a hearty pat before offering up the last of the cubes.
She turned as Awrygan returned. “A master of disguise I deem you…I know of few who can change their appearance so quickly.” She smiled then paused as he asked his question. “Indeed you may. I am Rochelle of the house of Moonstone in Mirkwood…though by my appearance you can see I am no elf.” She paused to settle herself back down against the hill. “My origin is in Rohan….” She nodded towards Quellë “…as is his.”