Seeking Peace

[Lady Gwethana Wrathran]

The sun shone radiantly up in the sky; as though it reigned dominate over the entire atmosphere. Black sparrows chirped melodiously as they swooped through the warm air in search of food. The small farm town was quaint and peaceful; the war seemed to not have affected the small area. Yet Gwethana knew this statement to be false for war affects all. For once she had traveled a great distance without the security of her cloak, her identity exposed, not that the people of Samarid would recognize her foreign, noble face.

Her dark hair fell in thick curls to her elbows and her hazel eyes scanned the environment critically observing the peasants as they marched up and down the street, some carrying large and heavy sacks over their shoulders; perspiration tricking down their brow. A woman who was a mere three feet away from Gwethana dropped a barrel of corn, a shrill cry burst from her chapped lips as she bent over and hastily began to pick up the produce. Not once did Gwethana offer a single soul assistance for it would dirty her dress and fair skin.

Oddly enough Gwethana had worn one of her finer gowns made of a deep emerald with golden stitching. There had been no reason for her sudden appearance in the small village of Samarid but for the first time she actually longed to get away from the castle in Sanglant and venture somewhere foreign and quiet. Yawning she placed a hand before her mouth and closed her eyes for a brief moment, allowing the golden rays of sun to warm her face.

[Anita Morgana Mithrandìr]

Walking in the sunlight feeling it's warm gentle rays gently brushing against her back Anita walked in her red backless dress that was her favorite. She smoothly walked through the small town looking at those around her that were possibly the allies of her homelands. She saw how simple this town was and didn't understand how they had lasted so long. She shook those thoughts out of her head as she walked and caught a glimmer off of someone's outfit. She turned to see someone dressed more finely then the anyone else around.

Walking closer she saw the woman scrambling to pick up what she had spilled and rolled her eyes. No one seemed to have the same grace as her kind. No one seemed to be able to walk two steps without tripping over nothing. Sighing she walked to the nobless woman and smiled. "Greetings, who might be standing before my person?" she asked as she looked at gwethana with curiousity.

Anita studied Gwethana and could tell she wasn't from these lands but she didn't care as long as she didn't try to hurt her or find her homelands. Anita toyed with some of the rivers of magic around her and wondered what she would find to occupy her time once her facination with Gwethana disappeared and she was no more interesting then anyother human.

[Lady Gwethana Wrathran]

Arching an eyebrow at the woman before her Gwethana responded, “It depends; who, may I ask, is the one inquiring of my identity?” The soft breeze that swept through the street played gently with Gwethana’s dark curls, a small smile lingered on her lips. Her eyes after critically scanning the woman, who she immediately took to be an elf, settled on a man fruitlessly attempting to sell his poorly woven fabric to an elderly woman. A small chuckle escaped through her lips.

“I see, elf, that you are not from this country as well.” Her eyes glittered with curiosity; it had been a long time since she had last met an elf, though she really hadn’t met many. “It is nice, I must admit, to simply get away.” Her tone was honest yet a hint of playfulness hovered delicately in its sound. A large crash echoed throughout the previously peaceful air and Gwethana’s head snapped towards the direction the sound had come from. It seemed as though the villagers of the town were having a bad day; Gwethana had come at a perfect time.

A large cart, filled with various goods including wheat, corn, fabric, wildflowers, and seeds had suddenly broken down in the middle of the road. It’s back, left wheel had come loose and the wooden wheel had slid off the cart and was rolling aimlessly down the cobbled street. The horse pulling the cart had been severely spooked and its hooves pounded the dehydrated earth with fierce force. A middle aged farmer did his best to sooth the crazed beast; the man who had previously been trying to sell the fabric kindly grabbed the wheel before it rolled away and gave it back to the farmer who graciously accepted it.

“What a pity,” Gwethana sighed as the two men shook hands in a friendly gesture. With a delicate shake of her head she refocused her attention back onto the strange woman, her head tilted slightly to the side. A large, black dog bounded down the road and with its mouth snatched an ear of corn that had fallen from the cart and ran off with its prize. Some of the locals began to help the farmer who was desperately picking up the goods that were sprawled out in the dirt of the street before others could steal it from him.

[Anita Morgana Mithrandìr]

You may call me Ani, and i travel here from time to time so one might say i frequent these lands almost as much as my homelands," she said as she smiled and looked at the dog running off and the wheel being caught. She wondered how long it would take for them to right what was wrong.

Taking a moment she almost used her own gifts to gather the food up and place it back upon the cart but what would that teach this small town of people that things magically happened. She didn't feel like being the cause of ill will among its people and looked at the woman she had yet to recieve a name for. She smiled as she took a deep breath and relaxed a bit not wanting to let a small town like this ruffle her feathers so to speak.

"Come let us find a place to sit as it might take them all day to clear the road so we might pass and find somewhere more appealing to rest," she said as she motioned for her to follow. She had been here a few times before and knew of a bench that none used. She believed it would be perfect for them to have a conversation and not be over heard.