Smiling at the others, Morwyn excused herself from the conversation and slipped outside to check on her horse, Leófa. She slipped into the stable and rubbed her palm against his dark coat. She had always relied on the horse for comfort and companionship and she felt guilty for having left him alone for these last few days.
"Mmm... sorry I didn't bring a brush out my friend." She muttered as her fingers found dirt and burrs in his thick tail. She picked at the knot with her fingers, leaning close to the horse and smelling him.
The last day or so had been hard for her. She felt kinship with the Rohirrim girl, Sara, but still... she was cautious to have already told her so much... And Sara hadn't given her much information in return. The other woman, Nahai was a mystery to her. She agreed with Sara's whispered guess that there was something not entirely human about the shape of her face. Morwyn thought they might have much in common, she was obviously looking for something...
As Morwyn's fingers picked out the last of the burrs from Leófa's thick black tail, she felt his warm horsey lips tickling the back of her neck. Laughing she spun around and playfully slapped his nose. The horse gave her an innocent look. She laughed harder. "My hair is not for eating!" She imagined that Leófa looked contrite.
Suddenly serious Morwyn shook her head, "I spend too much time with the horse..." Giving him one last caress with her hand she left the stable and turned to go back into the inn.
[ May 05, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ]
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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