"I do not know much of this place, but we can go out for a ride anyway and see what we can." Peony looked around for Deva. Probably still in bed. He wouldn't be up for hours.
"My silly companion. No matter how many naps he takes he still cannot rise before noon. He can be awfully lazy sometimes." She laughed to herself and shook her head.
Looking back at Gwenneth she smiled broadly. "Rivendell eh? I would love to see such a place. But you said you had only been there once, so then where were you born, Gwenneth?"
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