Never before had she ventured into the west this far. Her aimless wandering along with her stout steed had carried her from the southern plains.
The lady of Rohan dismounted and bid her horse to the stablehand before removing her hood and entering the inn. Her long golden locks were pulled back from her face, accompanied by a single feather. At her side a sword lay sheathed.
She looked around before taking up a position against one of the walls. There was quite the variety of beings dwelling here.
Ai..gwaith nin, man govannas daer
[ January 29, 2003: Message edited by: Rochelle ]
[ January 29, 2003: Message edited by: Rochelle ]
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Ad Astra Per Aspera (A rough road leads to the stars)
"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens"
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