[Elora]

Vanwe watched Derufin race out of the stable, sure upon the horse he rode. He had the line of an able horseman. Beren stood at the door as he spoke with Aman, and for the moment Vanwe remained where she was deeper in the stables. She rested a light head on the stall she leant against and felt the inquiring nose of the stall's guest brush her hair. It was a gentle touch from the horse, sensative nose tickling over her head and finding her ear. She smiled faintly and reached to stroke the velvety skin.

"All is well," she murmured quietly though she did not quite feel it herself. She was unsettled. Vanwe lifted her head and pushed herself up from the stall. Aman had moved to a horse's stall and was speaking soothing words. Beren stood watching the interaction between horse and woman. Vanwe could not remain. Things were undone. She sensed them floating in the very air. She left the stable, walking away from where the two stood on elven quite feet.

It would be best to clear her head. The cool air bore the herald of evening to her cheeks. As she walked, slowly as her strength gathered, it touched her cheek and ran fingers through her hair. Her mind turned back the puzzle of Falowik. Heedful that Derufin may want assistance when he returned with the bolted horse, Vanwe did not wander far in the gathering dusk.

The night was, Vanwe noticed, indeed as she had thought it would be. It was fair, untroubled by events at the inn. An unruffled summer night had begun, it wrapped about her shoulders. Vanwe tipped her face upwards to the sky and watched as one by one stars sprung to life. Slowly her mind started to settle as she stood in the open watching the sky abover her.