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Rochelle · 02-08-2003, 08:51 PM

She kept Quellë a pace behind the man, even her shadow obeyed. A gentle smirk played over her features "Only the bravest dare travel the wild on foot. Wolves dance amidst the shadow and rumor is orcs have been seen in these mountains." A finger reached up to brush a stray wisp of her blonde hair back under her hood. The cloak offered minimal protection from the beating of the suns rays. She finally urged Quellë to draw even to the ranger.

"I am Rochelle and I travel to Dol Amaroth. Where are you bound?"

The responding voice was deep and weathered. "South" was all he offered. Her brow raised at the response before her eyes darted to the lingering hand at his side "You needn't bind your hand 'round any blade ranger. I intend no harm."

The stallion snorted and began to prance in place. Her eyes moved to the hills and a shadow disappeared to the other side. "Wolves...or orcs. Either way it spells trouble for our company." She drew her bow and let it rest in her lap, ready to be used in the slightest of instances.

Her nose curled at a scent the wind brought to her nose. "If I'm not mistaken, you have already had a run in with one of these?"

[ February 09, 2003: Message edited by: Rochelle ]

02-08-2003, 08:51 PM	#11
Rochelle Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: The Bonfire Glade RtR 80 miles Posts: 376	She kept Quellë a pace behind the man, even her shadow obeyed. A gentle smirk played over her features "Only the bravest dare travel the wild on foot. Wolves dance amidst the shadow and rumor is orcs have been seen in these mountains." A finger reached up to brush a stray wisp of her blonde hair back under her hood. The cloak offered minimal protection from the beating of the suns rays. She finally urged Quellë to draw even to the ranger. "I am Rochelle and I travel to Dol Amaroth. Where are you bound?" The responding voice was deep and weathered. "South" was all he offered. Her brow raised at the response before her eyes darted to the lingering hand at his side "You needn't bind your hand 'round any blade ranger. I intend no harm." The stallion snorted and began to prance in place. Her eyes moved to the hills and a shadow disappeared to the other side. "Wolves...or orcs. Either way it spells trouble for our company." She drew her bow and let it rest in her lap, ready to be used in the slightest of instances. Her nose curled at a scent the wind brought to her nose. "If I'm not mistaken, you have already had a run in with one of these?" [ February 09, 2003: Message edited by: Rochelle ] __________________ Ad Astra Per Aspera (A rough road leads to the stars) "Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens"