Aislan wasn't sure who actually slept or who rested. Whoever slept though, it would be an uneasy one, after the suprise battle earlier. Aislan sat, comfortably laying under her blankets, not sleeping. She stayed awake either for fear of being caught off guard or...just being afraid of the shadows lingering as the night wore on.
Still fresh in her mind were the sounds of harps and fiddles from home at the Trade Inn. Singing, dancing, laughing, gossip. Aislan had especially loved the tales from far off lands, as she had rarely ever travelled anywhere. Stories of the White City, tales and adventures from the area of Mirkwood, Dale, and the Lonely Mountain had filled the air about the Trade Inn, even if some failed to see it at first. Aislan had also managed in that time to see and ride many different kinds of horses. They came from everywhere, and the subtle differences could be easily seen through Aislan's eyes. Aislan's love of horses brought her closer to following her father's footsteps, only she had more love for adventure than he.
Aislan listened now to the grunts and sounds of the horses, and both the slight breaths and heavy snores of the company. Every now and then her eyelids threatened not to open again as she blinked, until she slowly drifted off into a light rest.
[ December 12, 2002: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]
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...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.
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