Aislan had awoken quietly that morning, and listened the same way when Gandalf told the tale of Maladil. Aislan thought it made the journey and adventure all the more exciting. But then again, Aislan thought almost anything outside the stables was interesting.
The elf Nardol's leg was getting better, but the wound took it's time. Aislan watched as Nardol hopped over to his horse. It was a beautiful stallion, though Aislan had seen many better in her time at the Inn's stables. Aislan stood from her spot near a tree, and walked over to the horse and master.
"'Tis a wonderful horse. What is it's name?" Aislan asked carefully patting him (the horse) on the shoulder.
"Rustal. He is wondeful, and loyal." Nardol answered quickly. He acted as though Aislan were a fly to be swatted, only instead using his voice instead of his hand.
"Alright then. I like Rustal. The name, at least. He seems a better horse than many, though." Aislan wasn't that easy to get rid of. She pet the stallion again on it's forehead, and smiled at Rustal.
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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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