[Manardariel]

Snow and cold air positively bit into Eorlyn´s face, making her shiver and shudder. Storm, as she had named her new mare, was running along fiercly, not being bothered by snow or wind. Eorlyn was enough of a Daughter of Rohan to tell they had been given prized horses. She looked around at her fellow riders. Most of them seemed in deep thought, probably brooding about what was awaiting them. Fools! What was to come would come, and for now the snow was all to worry about.

Looking for some conversation, Eorlyn led Storm nearer to a woman who seemed about her age.

"Hello" she said, pleasantly. The woman started studying her closely. It seemed to Eorlyn her piercing-blue eyes were going right through her. Spooky. Still, better spooky converation then no conversation. And with a half-hearted smile she looked at the woman.

"Uh... I´m Eorlyn, who are you?"

[ May 10, 2003: Message edited by: Manardariel ]