Cariâthwen looked at Seleven with amusement and she couldn't help but smile at the tale of adventures. "In my many years of life I have not had many adventures. I have so much life still ahead of me and I will probably spend the rest of my time wondering what would have happened if I would've left with my family." Cariâthwen went on telling Seleven about how she would spend days away from home listening to Koibur tell of his many adventures. The talk of gold and treasures amused her. "I would fall asleep beneath the star filled sky every time he would tell his stories." Cariâthwen didn't like to say that Koibur wasn't a good story teller but he would get off on a tangent about any and everything.
"When my mother decided to leave Middle Earth I was not given the pleasure of journeying with her. I was sent away, told that I must find some way to atone for my past cirmes against the elves. To my mother being friends with Koibur was a crime against her people. Plus I would never had been at home with the other elves." Cariâthwen paused looking down at her soft white hands. Her voice now seemed hollow.
Still with her vision on her hands Cariâthwen proceeded with her tale of adventure. Once her mother had left Middle Earth, Cariâthwen returned to the place she thought of as her home. Koibur had taught Cariâthwen everything about reading and speaking the other languages she might encounter on her journey. She fell asleep one night only to wake up the next morning alone. Koibur had left her a message in dwarvish runes telling her why he had left. Exploring more of the "camp" she saw that Koibur had left his favorite horse which was due to have a colt in a few more months. "I was left alone to take care of Thistle. Thistle didn't last long after she gave birth to a healthy colt."
Cariâthwen told of how she raised Thorn from a colt into the magestic creature he was now. Koibur had always said that if Thistle's colt was a male he would name it Thorn. But had the colt been female her name would had been Cari after Cariâthwen. "I have rode all over the place in search for someone to talk to. I spent the past few years on my way from Gondor where I spent time with my dear cousin." Cariâthwen finally looked up from her hands to see that Seleven's eyes were still open. "Agh! My tales must be boring you. All I know is loss and suffering. Nothing more nothing less."
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And when this life is over... and I stand before the God... I'll dream I'm back here standing in my nowhere land of Oz.....
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