Ceryl
Ceryl took the outstretched hand that Eowyn had offered her. Shaking it, she smiled. As she was about to comment on the girl's name, she heard a voice rise among all the others: "Oy, patrons of the White Horse! Up with your heads and down with your mugs for just a moment, please!" Ceryl turned and saw a woman standing atop a chair, shouting. She listened to the speech the woman gave and applauded along with the rest of the room when it was over.
Now Ceryl turned back to the girl and said, "Eowyn. You share a name with a great warrior; you must be proud." The girl nodded and said something that Ceryl's ears couldn't quite catch. Ceryl pulled up a stool and sat down, smoothing her cream-coloured dress as she did so. Searching for a conversation topic, Ceryl asked, "So, where are you from? I live just a little while from the Horse; my home lies in the city."
Last edited by Mad Baggins; 04-25-2004 at 11:02 AM.
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