She was late. It had been a long trip, and somewhere along the way she had dropped the basket. Now what would her Lady think of that!
Lassiël stood at the gate and looked down the path, a few stragglers hastily making their ways down it, leaving a haze of dust in the air.
Under the trees, it was cool and more inviting. The air thick with old murmurings. She stepped onto the leaf carpeted floor, and felt the hum and rustle of the leaves increase in intensity about her. She smiled and made her way surely toward the appointed place.
Branches, leafed and bare, young and old, reached down to touch her green robes as she passed.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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