#adventure

Byli woke with a start.
He was disorientated and thirsty
He must have been asleep all day...

"BETRAYAL!" Kandral bellowed so loud the mugs fell off his shelves in his homestead.

Thrandili tried to get her breath back, but it felt like there was a whole nest of baby drakes fighting in her belly. One little kiss and her world was blown apart. She dropped the heavy pouch of zircons on her bed and listened. Was Byli still downstairs? He wouldn't come up, would he? For one mad moment, she wished that he would. Her parents were away and - no no, she shouldn't think that. She was the daughter of the Uzbad.

Brymborlos leads Greyhoof down the long cobbled road to Buckland as he sweeps his maple-green eyes over the fields and ruins on either side of the road. He sighs, shifts in the saddle. A gust of calm summer wind touches his cheeks and soothes his temper. Greyhoof huffed as his hooves clapped the stones of the road. 

Eduwiges of Faldham rode in through a small side gate on the massive oval wall of Minas Tirith. The detritus of battle engraved on her from helm to boots. Weariness darkened her face like a starless night weighed down by gravity. Normally graceful in her movements she clambered down off of Oenone and staggered as her legs took the weight of her body. Eduwiges stepped forward and wrapped her adrenaline weakened arms around her steed’s neck in love and gratitude.