'Aye, I was... of which most have healed by now, all but two, one across my back and another on my thigh when an orc jumped out onto my side while I was mounted' she took a few more scoops of the vegetables and a sip of wine. 'But do not worry for me, the cream you saw earlier is of my own making... you may have seen such creams of a yellow or green tone in your travels or used by your own hands, those are the popular blends to be made'.
Esgallhugwen looked around realizing she no longer was hidden beneath her dark green hood, a slight panic took hold of her but she pushed it aside quickly. She did not want people to look upon her in wonder, but most importantly fear.
She noticed a few Hobbits sitting about while others were serving breakfasts. She looked over to see some men sitting in a corner chatting, while others still sat all around her talking about many things that did not concern her... for now anyway.
She looked sadly out the window for a brief moment.Her grey eyes glittered as if with tiny stars. Esgallhugwen did not want people to fear her, nor to clamour around in wonder like a bee attracted to a flower.
Her dark audurn hair shimmered with fire in the dawns light. A strong bond may grow between us yet Esgallhugwen thought.
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"...for the sin of the idolater is not that he worships stone, but that he worships one stone over others.
-8:9:4 The Witness of Fane"
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