[Aylwen Dreamsong]

OOC: Currently at the White Horse

It is midsummer, early morn on a glorious summer day in Edoras, Rohan. It is the 4th Age, year One (1432 by Shire Reckoning) and four years after the events of the War of the Ring. Éomer Éadig sits in the Golden Hall as King of the Mark, with his queen Lothíriel, whom he wed last year.

The current Innkeeper is a Rohan woman, Aylwen Dreamsong, who has recently returned from a long journey. The previous Innkeeper and owner of the White Horse, Bethberry, a woman who was an Itinerant healer from The Old Forest, also lives in the White Horse and helps attend to duties.

Cast of characters:

(Aylwen Dreamsong) Aylwen Dreamson, Innkeeper of The White Horse

(Bêthberry) Bethberry, Owner and former Innkeeper

(Durelin) Dureline and young son Loar

(Imladris) Goldwine the cat

(Kransha) Osric, old Rohirrim soldier
Sigurd, his nephew

(Nurumaiel): Leofan, stable master and his family
Frodides (the mother)
Liorning, her brother, a musician
Maercwen (seventeen-year-old lass)
Gomen (twelve-year-old lad)
Giefu (ten-year-old lad)
Mereflod (seven-year-old lass)
Deman (six-year-old lad)
Fierlan (six-year-old lad; twin to Deman)
Motan (four-year-old lass)
Middaeg (two-year-old lass)
Beorht (two-year-old lad; twin to Beorht)
Drihten (the bonny baby laddie)Leofan, stable master and his family

(Snowdog) Hanasian, itinerant historian

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Aylwen's Post

Aylwen watched with the rest of the staff and patrons as Hearpwine rode off into the distance. Her calmness remained just a disguise that no one could see through unless they had the eyes to see it and the heart to embrace it. No one really noticed it, so she kept on living in her dream world. No one spoke, and when Bethberry moved to interrupt the stillness, everyone began bustling about, moving but never speaking. Aedre went off to the kitchens to help Mae, Eorcyn sat and Osric sat near to him. Gomen and Leofan eyed the harp the boy had been given, and Bethberry led Sigurd to where Aylwen stood motionless.

The Innkeeper smiled at the two approached her, feeling suddenly refreshed in the change. For such were the ways of the world, for it to change and to change the people within. Similarly were the ways of Inns, for patrons to leave and for others to arrive, bringing new and joyous times to the people that would always stay. Things never stayed the same forever in the White Horse, and Aylwen only hoped that as change came, which it surely would, the good memories would remain and make everything continually better. If there had been more time before Hearpwine's departure, Aylwen was certain that there would have been talking all day with his new friends in Edoras, wishing that he could stay. Summer sunsets always looked the same, one would never be more beautiful than the next. Still, the summers were never exactly alike, and for that Aylwen was ever glad.

"Now, Sigurd," Aylwen began cheerily when he had come over with Bethberry. "The owner of this fine Inn told me before all the chaos that you have an idea for a job for you that you wish to share with me."