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Spirited Weaver of Fates
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The Previous Night
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As she opened the door to the inn she had seen two figures walking silently from the well to a small grassy knoll, Léspheria had smiled and relaxed as she recognised that Vanwe was with Silvanis. She had quietly slipped back into the inn, secure in the knowledge that Vanwe was in safe hand. If someone was to ask her how she could be sure, she would not have be able to express it in words, she just knew, She sensed his honour and trust. *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+ Léspheria had slept well considering all the things that had happened since her arrival at the inn, as she opened her window she saw Silvanis depart and Vanwe head back to the stables, Stables! that reminded her that Lossëserme would be in need of a good run. She quickly dressed in skirts of forest green, she picked up her harp belted on her short sword and made for the stable grabbing two apples as she passed through the kitchen "I'm going for a short ride" she shouted back to cook, as she left, she was sure she could hear the hobbit woman tutting as she left. when she opened the large oak doors of the stable she could not see Vanwe, but Lossëserme whinnied at her presence, Lossëserme nuzzled onto her as she stoked the mares snow white mane, "Ok, Ok, she laughed holding out the apple that mare was looking for, as Lossëserme ate Lespheria took down her tack and saddled her up. she gently ran her hand across Lossëserme's flank and was surprised at how well groomed she was, Lespheria's white mare had always been quiet stubborn when it came to grooming, "I hope you did not cause to much of a fuss " she laughed merrily. "are you ready my friend" she asked taking the reigns and leading Lossëserme gently from her stall into the bright summers morning, but just as she was about to mount she felt a sharp pain in her side, she screamed and Lossëserme whinnied wildly as her mistress fell to the ground.
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