☀ ⊰ LUNTADAN ⊱ Starter for @idagnir
Anorýn despised the winter months, a child of the warm seaside and everblooming hills of the Western lands, had never settled with the frost and freeze becoming the wider span of Arda. Yet there she ROAMED, so fortunate to have drawn closer to the desired lands but not so lost in the dreary wood. She still faired far from a place of refugee and with a horse that did not seem fitting for such fuss. Had she allowed any to prepare this journey in a more traditional fair, she could have come in a carriage pulled by horses, but the Elvenqueen desired the AUTONOMY and anonymity. She instead rode on horseback and without an escort much to her husband's displeasure -- when he found her gone, finally.
Now, walking along the struggling animal, she felt frost inch dampness into her leather bound boots. A groan fell from her lips, fingers tugging along the horse what felt inch by inch. “Sebor, please! By Elbereth, you FOOLISH beast!” Her frustration manifested along the path approaching the outskirts of what was a town of men. There was a small glimmer of regret, wishing instead, she had brought SOMEONE who might have been able to aid her. It had been an age since she last found comforts in the realm of men, and while a ghost she appeared to many, unaccompanied in the wood was not a place she wished to beg for aid. “Sebor! It is only snow! You act as if a drake appeared from the ground!”
