Eckther

The Old man’s convoy was passing Bree, but as many knew one could rarely just pass Bree. The Town had it’s own, often cruel, will. Priya had tried her best to avoid the place and she had argued against staying in the Town, but Elroy had managed to get his way through. He wanted to stay in the Pony and she, as a new comer, had no right to change their travel plans.

The sky was covered with bleak grey clouds. Priya sat on a trembling front bench of an old wooden caravan, her head turned to her side and her vacant stare directed over a barren field. Some stray locks of her black hair were dancing in front of her face in the freezing wind. The horse pulling the caravan was old and lazy. So the speed was not that breath-taking. Norman, the one-eared hound, was sitting between Priya’s legs, half-observant half-asleep. Meanwhile Ginger, the auburn-furred hound, was padding briskly beside the horse.  

(Many thanks to Priya for the idea and letting me use it, and to all the role-players whose characters are a part of Alex's life and influenced it.)

After a particularly messy scene involving an ambush by a trio of bandits, Aureliyn and Alex stand in front of a small stream and next to a small pile of ashes.

(Glimpses of dialogs Priya has had with different characters. Thank you to all those lovely players whose characters are in any way involved in her life.)