Nimeway sat atop of her horse, the proud Arieway who had been with Nimeway for quite awhile at this point. Baloo and Raaka trotted next to the horse as it walked, snipping at each other's heels for whoever could walk closes to Arieway and Nimeway. Milo stayed in the saddlebag, curled up with Nimeway's son, Beriadan. Nime had several other pets, a cat and a squirrel who stayed in her home, luckily Anice took to staying outside while Alice liked to hunt the mice that got into the house. They rarely got mixed in with each other, because that normally ended badly.
The horse's hooves echoed as they hit the cobblestone path, Nimeway's hood was drawn over her head to block out the darkness of the night. Though since Rossethor's disappearance, she rarely removed her mask to reveal her scarred and burned face beneath it. She was both ashamed of her scars and she felt no longer safe without the knowledge that Rossethor couldn't come to save her when she was hurt or lost.
In the old days, she had always been able to rely on any door or any walls being knocked down by Luc and Ross to save her. She didn't fight, she couldn't bring herself to harming another person. Nimeway was healer, not a warrior. Since she left Bree, she had found herself in a safe bubble away from all humans. But she watched her son grow up turning out to be more like her than she really wanted. He was quite, and didn't speak if someone did visit. And he didn't know how to speak the common tongue or even knew what to do with his wooden sword. He thought it was a walking stick of some sort.
So Nimeway decided to bring him to Bree, so that she could reconnect with her friends of the Bloody Dawn and allow Beriadan to have options he can choose from for his future. Though Nimeway knew she couldn't work for the Dawn anymore. She could fight, and she couldn't allow herself to be killed when Beriadan only had her to rely on. Not until Rossethor came home. She knew she had to be there for his return. She had to be strong till then, even though she had never been strong in the past.
When Nimeway entered the town, her dogs, Baloo and Raaka, almost immediately ran off to probably hunt outside of the walls of Bree. Nimewya continued on till she finally pulled the reins softly to stop the horse as droplets of water began to fall from the sky. Typically Nimeway would have probably continued on to Dawn Hall, but she thought it best to stop and go to the Pony instead till the rain stopped and the path dried. Since she didn't wish to walk the entire way. Nimeway slid off of her horse's back, leading her to the stables outside the Prancing Pony to tie her up by water and some soft hay. She then pulled her son from the bag he rode in and paced to the tavern, her little fox following behind her.
The quiet girl ended up sitting in the back corner with her son hidden under her cloak as he slept and her fox under the chair. Her face was masked, her attire the color black. She got many odd looks, most probably assumed she was a criminal of some sort and avoided her. Except one man did confront her. She revealed nothing of her past, but she did offer the man a warm smile. She introduced herself by the name The Mute. The name Hardoleth had given her in the early days of the Bloody Dawn. It fit her quite well, she was soft spoken when she did speak, and rarely did to begin with.
When the morning came and the ground dried, Nimeway mounted her horse once more and rode off towards the Homesteads. As she passed the gates into Bree, she whistled to summon Raaka and Baloo. Baloo didn't follow her commands like he did with Rossethor, but he did come to her whistle.
That was the day Nimeway found the letter from her husband. Tacked to the door of Dawn Hall. A letter to her, telling her he was alive and he would return to her someday. She didn't care that he decided to stay away after he escaped. She wasn't mad at him for getting captured in the first place, but joy swelled in her as she read of his life. She folded the paper once more, sliding it into the bag before entering the hall, her face carrying a grin as she moved.
