[astarielle]

Astarielle was in a dream world. To those who say her she probably looked as if she was sleeping, far from it. When she awoke she streched out her back stiffly. There were many more people in the inn now, she had forgotten that a partu was going to take place. Feeling rather self concious in her ragged travel worn gear she left unnoticed my most apart from another Elf of course. She stepped outside and whistled a long wavering note, which seemed to drift with the wind yet against it all the while. Astarielle closed her eyes, as inhibitting one sense hones another, and listened. Clear as a bell she heard it, the familiar thundering of hooves drawing ever nearer.

The glistening white horse came to a stop inches from her feet. Astarielle rubbed its' face with the palm of her hand. She reached over to wear the saddle bags hang a unbuckled one. After rooting inside for a while she withdrew a gleaming pendant with a pale blue stone. she held it up to the light were in hung and reflected the light onto the walls of the surrounding houses. Then Astar moved to the other side of the horse, Talandir, and brought out a carefully folded and wrapped dress. It was long, dark blue and made for her by the finest dressmakers. She smiled to herself, turned to the Talandir and with a mere flick of a finger the horse galloped off into the distance.

A while later she returned to the inn, now feeling over dressed but happier than she had felt in her muddy travelling outfit. She slid in noiselessly and sat back doing, the party now getting into the swing of things.