[Valesse]

The wind howlled grotesquely over Valesseka's thick, grassy haven where she had decided to stop for the night. It was the best place the Arnorian could figure to stay surrounded in the large plains. Here a hip-high cliff had formed in the usually gentle rolling expanse. She had greedily collected some of the taller grasses around to make a nice bed for herself, but in a spurt of boredom, started weaving it through the nearby living blades. Soon she had a fairly well-sized mat created, and let it flop over onto of her declared living space. I bet I'm ahead, she grinned to herself, sure that Éomeléo had fallen behind, or even better, not found the open plains that she had stumbled (quite literally) through.

Rubbing her face with care, Valesseka shivered. It was dry now, and she had yet to experiance the blustery sting of the frozen Misty Mountains. This journey was not going to be easy on her.

Just then she heard something coming through the grass... from the sound of it, it was large. Her eyes bugged out a little, scared to think what or who it might be. After a number of moments she mustered up the courage to turn her head and peek through the grass only to see that unmistakeable hat. I was ahead! How could this be?! she privately steamed. With a sigh Valesseka inspected her hidden camp, and stood up. "Hail, Lord Éomeléo!" that scummy man must have followed me! "There is shelter from the wind here... Come share it with me." With a kindly smile the girl sat down, secretly wishing that he was too disoriented by the gusts to ever get to her abode.