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Esilion woke early as the morning sun broke through her window. The soft, gentle rays of light poured onto her face, coloring her pale skin with the palest of yellows. She smiled lightly and opened her eyes. She stood out of bed and recovered it. Then, as the birds that always sat outside her window began to chirp, she began to get ready.
She gathered her bag, which she had packed the previous night, along with her cloak, blanket roll, sword, bow and arrows, and daggers, and set them on her bed. She then proceeded to brush out her hair so she could braid it away from her face.
She of course dressed in her traveling clothes: a pair of earth brown pants, a green, long-sleeved shirt, a darker green over-shirt, and her gray cloak. As she finished putting on her boots, she strapped on her bag and weapons before heading to the stables out behind her family's house. There she would prepare her mare, who's name she chose on her own: Lolonyo.
Cybelle was also preparing for their journey. She had risen earlier than she ever had before so as to avoid the servants asking to help her. She first brushed her hair, pulling it into a few twists on her head to keep it from getting in the way. She then dressed, clothing herself in brown pants, a gray shirt, and a green over-shirt, along with her boots.
Lastly, she gathered her belongings. She brought out some extra clothes, her blanket roll, some of her own fire kindling items, her weapons (an elegant sword, some arrows and a bow, and two daggers), and her mother's ring. She placed the ring on her ring finger.
She always wore that ring when she traveled. It was a token her mother had given her at her birth, more specifically giving it to her father at her birth to present to her when she turned 200, the age at which she herself had received it. Cybelle treasured that ring.
After her items were all gathered and collected onto her, Cybelle headed for the kitchens to gather some food. She usually brought the food, for it was easier for her to gather some than for Esilion to. For Esilion would have to prepare the food the night before, and Cybelle constantly had food pre-prepared.
Esilion reached the stables in which Cybelle's horse was kept. It was where she always met her friend, and she awaited her friend's arrival. Soon, though, Cybelle came running from the distance. She waved to her friend, and Esilion smiled, waving and nodding her head to her.
Cybelle, upon reaching the stables, handed the food bag to Esilion. Esilion strapped it to Bellae's side, making sure it was secure before looking to her friend. Cybelle came riding out on a noble gray mare, who's name was Galahad. Together, the two friends then set out towards Mirkwood.
The girls rode in silence for a few moments, allowing the morning to settle peacefully and without interruptions. But soon, a thought weighted too heavy on Cybelle's mind that she had to share it with Esilion.
"Esi," Cybelle called, looking up from her mare to her friend. Esilion looked to her expectantly. "Esi, there is something I feel you should know."
Esilion blinked. "Yes, Cybelle?"
Cybelle smiled a third of a smile before her face became solemn again. "Esilion, dear friend, you should know, my father is looking for a husband for me," she said.
Esilion half-laughed and half-sighed. "Dear Cy, he has been looking for a husband for you since you were 400. It is nothing to fret over," she replied, gently nudging her horse to tell her to speed up slightly.
Cybelle followed her friend's motion and looked at her friend before looking down. "He is considering the prince of Mirkwood," she finished.
Esilion did not remove her gaze from ahead of her, and a few moments passed before she answered. "I do not want you meddling with your father's affairs."
"But Esi," Cybelle started.
"No," she interrupted, her voice firm. "No, you will interfere not. If your father wishes you to marry Prince Legolas, and he and his father consent, you will not refuse on my behalf."
"Esi," she tried again.
"No, now let's not continue on this matter. It only darkens the path ahead of us in silence. Now come, and be alert. You never know where Malane might be kept."
Cybelle sped up along with Esilion, but her heart was heavy. It was her friend who cared for the Mirkwood Prince, not she. Now only if she could make her father see that.
*****
Galahad: this name is subect to change.
Esilion woke early as the morning sun broke through her window. The soft, gentle rays of light poured onto her face, coloring her pale skin with the palest of yellows. She smiled lightly and opened her eyes. She stood out of bed and recovered it. Then, as the birds that always sat outside her window began to chirp, she began to get ready.
She gathered her bag, which she had packed the previous night, along with her cloak, blanket roll, sword, bow and arrows, and daggers, and set them on her bed. She then proceeded to brush out her hair so she could braid it away from her face.
She of course dressed in her traveling clothes: a pair of earth brown pants, a green, long-sleeved shirt, a darker green over-shirt, and her gray cloak. As she finished putting on her boots, she strapped on her bag and weapons before heading to the stables out behind her family's house. There she would prepare her mare, who's name she chose on her own: Lolonyo.
Cybelle was also preparing for their journey. She had risen earlier than she ever had before so as to avoid the servants asking to help her. She first brushed her hair, pulling it into a few twists on her head to keep it from getting in the way. She then dressed, clothing herself in brown pants, a gray shirt, and a green over-shirt, along with her boots.
Lastly, she gathered her belongings. She brought out some extra clothes, her blanket roll, some of her own fire kindling items, her weapons (an elegant sword, some arrows and a bow, and two daggers), and her mother's ring. She placed the ring on her ring finger.
She always wore that ring when she traveled. It was a token her mother had given her at her birth, more specifically giving it to her father at her birth to present to her when she turned 200, the age at which she herself had received it. Cybelle treasured that ring.
After her items were all gathered and collected onto her, Cybelle headed for the kitchens to gather some food. She usually brought the food, for it was easier for her to gather some than for Esilion to. For Esilion would have to prepare the food the night before, and Cybelle constantly had food pre-prepared.
Esilion reached the stables in which Cybelle's horse was kept. It was where she always met her friend, and she awaited her friend's arrival. Soon, though, Cybelle came running from the distance. She waved to her friend, and Esilion smiled, waving and nodding her head to her.
Cybelle, upon reaching the stables, handed the food bag to Esilion. Esilion strapped it to Bellae's side, making sure it was secure before looking to her friend. Cybelle came riding out on a noble gray mare, who's name was Galahad. Together, the two friends then set out towards Mirkwood.
The girls rode in silence for a few moments, allowing the morning to settle peacefully and without interruptions. But soon, a thought weighted too heavy on Cybelle's mind that she had to share it with Esilion.
"Esi," Cybelle called, looking up from her mare to her friend. Esilion looked to her expectantly. "Esi, there is something I feel you should know."
Esilion blinked. "Yes, Cybelle?"
Cybelle smiled a third of a smile before her face became solemn again. "Esilion, dear friend, you should know, my father is looking for a husband for me," she said.
Esilion half-laughed and half-sighed. "Dear Cy, he has been looking for a husband for you since you were 400. It is nothing to fret over," she replied, gently nudging her horse to tell her to speed up slightly.
Cybelle followed her friend's motion and looked at her friend before looking down. "He is considering the prince of Mirkwood," she finished.
Esilion did not remove her gaze from ahead of her, and a few moments passed before she answered. "I do not want you meddling with your father's affairs."
"But Esi," Cybelle started.
"No," she interrupted, her voice firm. "No, you will interfere not. If your father wishes you to marry Prince Legolas, and he and his father consent, you will not refuse on my behalf."
"Esi," she tried again.
"No, now let's not continue on this matter. It only darkens the path ahead of us in silence. Now come, and be alert. You never know where Malane might be kept."
Cybelle sped up along with Esilion, but her heart was heavy. It was her friend who cared for the Mirkwood Prince, not she. Now only if she could make her father see that.
*****
Galahad: this name is subect to change.