As Elentari rode Moon, bareback as always, back round infront of the group she decided that instead of just laying a trail, she would let them chase her for a while.
"Glos roch, Raana, cel be i ngawad gwae, na ed cel glams"
(White horse, moon, run like the wind, to out run foes <<sorry if really bad elvish, but it's my first go at making up stuff>>
With that, Moon ran into plain view of the strange group of travellers.
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There is a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot.
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