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Tevildo · 02-03-2006, 01:00 PM

Sensing the girl's embarassment, Dorran followed Vaenosa out into the courtyard to reassure her, "It's alright. Most of my day is spent working with horses. When a horse follows you like that, it means they're really attached to you. She's a fine animal."

Dorran ran his fingers over the horse's mane and then looked over at the girl, "Anyways, you'll need to pick out your provisions from those satchels under the oak. There's food and water in plentiful amounts. Hurry back then as soon as you load up. I have a feeling we'll be leaving shortly."

From what Dorran could tell, Brand was the oldest and most experienced of their group. Perhaps he would be the one to take charge of things. Dorran wondered whether Aldwulf would come out to wish them off or whether they were just to collect their belongings and leave without further instructions. Now that his goodbye to Criede had been said, he was eager to be on the road. The sun was climbing into the sky: it would do them no good to waste precious time, not when there were orcs hot on their trail intending to attack every village in sight.

Maeggaladiel · 02-03-2006, 01:32 PM

Bregoware

Fionn kicked his horse into a trot, seeing the two riders who had arrived before him. He was late. Very unprofessional, he repremanded himself.

It was his mother's fault, he thought glumly. She had seen fit to go through the bag he was taking with him at least twice, making sure "he hadn't forgotten anythin' important." And then of course his baby brother started bawling when he learned that Fionn was going away, and then his mother started to go teary-eyed, and his father had given him the same lecture on using a bow and taking care of him self that he had given him at least twice that morning, and he thought they'd NEVER let him get out the door...

He slid off the horse's back and walked towards his fellow riders.

"Hallo," he said. "Am I the last to arrive?"

Farael · 02-03-2006, 04:40 PM

“Meghan it is then, you can call me Osmod if you’d like. My friends call me Ossë but I would not expect you to call me that just yet” answered Osmod “as of the other riders… well,” -“Am I the last to arrive?”- Osmod was interrupted –“There we have one” he finished.

He was glad to escape that woman’s scrutiny even if for a minute as he greeted the newly arrived man. She seemed to be measuring him even as he addressed Fionn. Osmod politely introduced Meghan, yet he was not sure she appreciated that gesture. “Women,” he thought "I will never understand them. Yet I better be nice to this one, whether I like it or not we will be riding and camping together until we make it to the Golden Hall. We will make it to the golden hall”.

The March-Warden joined them, bringing the horse Meghan would ride on. Soon they were talking merrily about their horses, a topic no-one from Rohan or Bregoware would object. Yet the shadows loomed outside their little town and even more prominently in their hearts. They all feared for those they loved and wondered for maybe the hundredth time if they would ever see them again.

Valier · 02-03-2006, 05:12 PM

Wulfham

Vaenosa was completely surprised to see one of the male riders following her outside to the court yard.She once again tied Nay to the post, and turned to the rider who was trying to comfort her with kind words."My horse young sir,she said with distain, is male!" And I am sure I would have found the food and water without your help!" She said with a snarl.

With that said she turned her back to the man, grabbed for Nay's rope and headed quickly towards the stock pile. Stupid Man...thinks I need comforting over a silly horse, I need no help, from no man! The start of her day was turning from terrible to wretched. She knew she would have to converse with these so called Men,and the thought made her stomach turn. She was not sure what she should take so,she thought she would wait here either for the March warden or the woman Incana.

Tevildo · 02-03-2006, 05:49 PM

Wulfham

With a curt nod at Vaenosa, Dorran stepped back, "I am sorry, young miss. I meant you no harm. The road will be long and hard, and I thought if might be helpful to offer a hand in friendship before we start. But if you prefer otherwise, I will keep my distance."

With a shake of his head, Dorran wandered back inside the great hall, where the others were still waiting. This morning was not going well. His hopes of kindling a friendship with one of the young girls appeared to have hit a wall. He yearned greatly for Aldwulf to appear or for Brand to give the word that they would be setting out. He had not even left the courtyard, and already he was missing his sister Criede. She was feisty and spirited but not so hot tempered as Vaenosa. Impatiently, he stalked the hall, waiting for the word that it was time to leave.

Undómë · 02-03-2006, 06:21 PM

Bregoware

Meghan

Fion, she thought, had seen about as many years as she had. She nodded at him as Osmod introduced her. ‘Welcome to our little band.’

The arrival of the last rider broke off any further conversation. The last rider, Eostre, had come. Meghan and the others watched as she dismounted and joined them.

Eowyn Skywalker · 02-03-2006, 10:39 PM

An exhausted expression coating Eostre's face in a vague shadow, hardly even the whinnies and clatters indicating the nearness of horses stirred her from an almost blank existance. She wanted to sleep, and even liberally splashing her face with cold water hadn't removed the mental desire to shirk away. The task didn't scare her. It was simply the fade of adreneline.

In a few hours, I shall be more than awake enough for my own well-being, the woman reminded herself before guiding her dark horse to where all the other riders gathered.

She shivered. It was a cool morning, whispering of mild threats and distaste. Dismounting off of her ride, she steeled herself. Already having received a series of lectures, tearful farewells, and embraces, all she wanted to do by this point was just fit in. Scanning the others—it seemed she was the final arrival—they all looked so much younger in the morning light.

Fire always made expressions seem that much more intense, but now it was too strong of an awareness. They were all barely adults in some ways, yet fully grown in others. This would test that to the limits, she feared. Or perhaps more she didn't fear.

That could have been more dangerous than terror. Quickly tying her mount to a nearby pole, she raised her right hand in salute before moving towards the other riders. "Hail. Am I the final arrival, then?"

02-03-2006, 01:00 PM	#1
Tevildo Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Curled up on Melko's lap Posts: 425	Wulfham Sensing the girl's embarassment, Dorran followed Vaenosa out into the courtyard to reassure her, "It's alright. Most of my day is spent working with horses. When a horse follows you like that, it means they're really attached to you. She's a fine animal." Dorran ran his fingers over the horse's mane and then looked over at the girl, "Anyways, you'll need to pick out your provisions from those satchels under the oak. There's food and water in plentiful amounts. Hurry back then as soon as you load up. I have a feeling we'll be leaving shortly." From what Dorran could tell, Brand was the oldest and most experienced of their group. Perhaps he would be the one to take charge of things. Dorran wondered whether Aldwulf would come out to wish them off or whether they were just to collect their belongings and leave without further instructions. Now that his goodbye to Criede had been said, he was eager to be on the road. The sun was climbing into the sky: it would do them no good to waste precious time, not when there were orcs hot on their trail intending to attack every village in sight.

02-03-2006, 01:32 PM	#2
Maeggaladiel Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: The end of the world as we know it. I feel fine, incidentally. Posts: 500	Bregoware Fionn kicked his horse into a trot, seeing the two riders who had arrived before him. He was late. Very unprofessional, he repremanded himself. It was his mother's fault, he thought glumly. She had seen fit to go through the bag he was taking with him at least twice, making sure "he hadn't forgotten anythin' important." And then of course his baby brother started bawling when he learned that Fionn was going away, and then his mother started to go teary-eyed, and his father had given him the same lecture on using a bow and taking care of him self that he had given him at least twice that morning, and he thought they'd NEVER let him get out the door... He slid off the horse's back and walked towards his fellow riders. "Hallo," he said. "Am I the last to arrive?" Last edited by piosenniel; 02-03-2006 at 01:52 PM.

02-03-2006, 04:40 PM	#3
Farael Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: In hospitals, call rooms and (rarely) my apartment. Posts: 1,538	Bregoware “Meghan it is then, you can call me Osmod if you’d like. My friends call me Ossë but I would not expect you to call me that just yet” answered Osmod “as of the other riders… well,” -“Am I the last to arrive?”- Osmod was interrupted –“There we have one” he finished. He was glad to escape that woman’s scrutiny even if for a minute as he greeted the newly arrived man. She seemed to be measuring him even as he addressed Fionn. Osmod politely introduced Meghan, yet he was not sure she appreciated that gesture. “Women,” he thought "I will never understand them. Yet I better be nice to this one, whether I like it or not we will be riding and camping together until we make it to the Golden Hall. We will make it to the golden hall”. The March-Warden joined them, bringing the horse Meghan would ride on. Soon they were talking merrily about their horses, a topic no-one from Rohan or Bregoware would object. Yet the shadows loomed outside their little town and even more prominently in their hearts. They all feared for those they loved and wondered for maybe the hundredth time if they would ever see them again.

02-03-2006, 05:12 PM	#4
Valier Twisted Taleswapper Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: somewhere between sanity and insanity Posts: 1,706	Wulfham Vaenosa was completely surprised to see one of the male riders following her outside to the court yard.She once again tied Nay to the post, and turned to the rider who was trying to comfort her with kind words."My horse young sir,she said with distain, is male!" And I am sure I would have found the food and water without your help!" She said with a snarl. With that said she turned her back to the man, grabbed for Nay's rope and headed quickly towards the stock pile. Stupid Man...thinks I need comforting over a silly horse, I need no help, from no man! The start of her day was turning from terrible to wretched. She knew she would have to converse with these so called Men,and the thought made her stomach turn. She was not sure what she should take so,she thought she would wait here either for the March warden or the woman Incana. Last edited by piosenniel; 02-03-2006 at 05:49 PM.

02-03-2006, 05:49 PM	#5
Tevildo Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Curled up on Melko's lap Posts: 425	Wulfham With a curt nod at Vaenosa, Dorran stepped back, "I am sorry, young miss. I meant you no harm. The road will be long and hard, and I thought if might be helpful to offer a hand in friendship before we start. But if you prefer otherwise, I will keep my distance." With a shake of his head, Dorran wandered back inside the great hall, where the others were still waiting. This morning was not going well. His hopes of kindling a friendship with one of the young girls appeared to have hit a wall. He yearned greatly for Aldwulf to appear or for Brand to give the word that they would be setting out. He had not even left the courtyard, and already he was missing his sister Criede. She was feisty and spirited but not so hot tempered as Vaenosa. Impatiently, he stalked the hall, waiting for the word that it was time to leave. Last edited by piosenniel; 02-03-2006 at 06:05 PM.

02-03-2006, 06:21 PM	#6
Undómë Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2005 Posts: 400	Bregoware *Meghan* Fion, she thought, had seen about as many years as she had. She nodded at him as Osmod introduced her. ‘Welcome to our little band.’ The arrival of the last rider broke off any further conversation. The last rider, Eostre, had come. Meghan and the others watched as she dismounted and joined them. Last edited by Undómë; 02-08-2006 at 05:01 AM.

02-03-2006, 10:39 PM	#7
Eowyn Skywalker Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Somewhere far, far away. Eh. Posts: 402	Bregoware An exhausted expression coating Eostre's face in a vague shadow, hardly even the whinnies and clatters indicating the nearness of horses stirred her from an almost blank existance. She wanted to sleep, and even liberally splashing her face with cold water hadn't removed the mental desire to shirk away. The task didn't scare her. It was simply the fade of adreneline. In a few hours, I shall be more than awake enough for my own well-being, the woman reminded herself before guiding her dark horse to where all the other riders gathered. She shivered. It was a cool morning, whispering of mild threats and distaste. Dismounting off of her ride, she steeled herself. Already having received a series of lectures, tearful farewells, and embraces, all she wanted to do by this point was just fit in. Scanning the others—it seemed she was the final arrival—they all looked so much younger in the morning light. Fire always made expressions seem that much more intense, but now it was too strong of an awareness. They were all barely adults in some ways, yet fully grown in others. This would test that to the limits, she feared. Or perhaps more she didn't fear. That could have been more dangerous than terror. Quickly tying her mount to a nearby pole, she raised her right hand in salute before moving towards the other riders. "Hail. Am I the final arrival, then?"