Telephilien

Having freshened up a bit, Shaeowyn found a table in the Inn from whence she could observe the comings and goings of many different folk. She asked her server for some hot tea and biscuits, even as she eyed the mugs of ale being exchanged amidst the lively conversation. Her thoughts bounced about, and she felt energized by her earlier ride through the woods on her beloved Windungen.
She could still feel the horse's powerful muscles carrying her over scattered logs and through the sunlit trees; granting her a feeling of freedom as the wind whipped through her wild, curly hair.

Once her tea arrived, the curious woman sipped slowly; her long, graceful fingers wrapped around the sturdy cup. She had just seen a young halfling named Marigold curtsy to an astonishing creature known as Mithalwen.
"Must be elvish," Shaeowyn thought to herself as she bit hungrily into her biscuit. And suddenly she felt warmth triggered from the inside as she saw images of her grandmother beckon to her from a time far away.