Ceorlgar

There was a breath of fear amidst the four Eorlings. Two women, and two men; both men stood with their swords unsheathed, along with one of the women. The fourth was not one for fighting, but rather she was a gentle soul, a healer named Elfwyn; why she had come along with them was a queer mystery that was wrought in Ceorlgar's mind. He was one of the warriors, and there was sweat on his brow - he had never experienced such fear before, but beside him stood one who kept him hopeful in dark hours; she was Melowen, a shieldmaiden with a long sword and a fury unmatched by most.

It was sunset when two Riders arrived at the gates of Harwick, a man and a woman hailing of Snowbourn. They were tall in stature and mighty, but their faces were weary. When they were halted at the gate they swiftly claimed that they came to speak with Reeve Aldor Harding, sharing news. 

They've promised that dreams can come true,
but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.

Things we will never speak of again:

1. That tomb in the Norcrofts
2. The watchtower in Eaworth
3. The tavern in Edoras
4. The infirmary in Aldburg

But I feel like there will be more, in the days to come.

«What is your favourite flower?»

Of all the things Melowen was ever asked about...

Weapon, countless times.
Armour, fighting style, saddle, beverage, food.

She felt a woman all of a sudden, after so many years of being a warrior. And only a warrior. She never thought of such a thing like a favourite flower, but, surprised by herself, Melowen realized she already knew the answer. It was already there, in her mind.

«The poppy»

She smiled, faintly.

One, two, three dead orcs.
The wind in the hair, the green of the Mærc running under the hooves of Fram.

My sister is delusional.

I already knew she was obsessive, but really she's pushing this too far, now. She thinks I'll forget that hissy fit in the Mead Hall, when she accused me to have returned home in the Riddermark on a chase for her fiancé.

It's been several days, so far.

Several, since Ceorlgar and Melowen rode off.