Post by Anwyn on Jul 13, 2006 6:32:49 GMT
OOC
Right, a few things.
Its really late right now so I hope this makes as much sense in the morning as it seems to make now. I am picking up on the character I played on the other boards, and the way I have written this I am assuming she is a ruler or at least a woman of some higher birth. And by written, I mean I have put a pen to paper and written something but now its a matter of trying to figure out my own scribblings ;D
There was a character sheet kicking around somewhere as well, I will try to find it and barring that least make a new one when I have a better idea of what I am going to do with this and then go from there.
If this doesn't jive with anyone just let me know and I will happily work it around and tweak it but for now I am just going to throw this out there.
IC
The air was still but held a distinct chill that promised the imminent arrival autumn and on its a heel a swift winter that would fall over the lands soon enough but such concerns were pushed aside for this day spirits were high and voices raised in song over the steady rhtym of hooves as horse and rider departed the camp there song carried back upon the wind until they were little more than a shadow upon the horizon. The flap of a tent rose and fell as it was one of many neatly arranged under the outcropping of rocks that had served as windbreaker to the worst of the gails that had been known to blow across the plains.
Though all men and boys deemed old enough to follow the left the encampment had not fallen silent for the sound of laughter could still be heard ringly out clearly as the woman left behind arranged themselves cleaning and preparing the hides of animals trapped and hunted the day before. Thick white smoke billowed skywards from the fire as they gathered into groups and spoke amongst themselves, tones rose and fell accomponied with the gestures of the hand when one wished to drive a particuarly important point home.
This was an anual tradition, A last great journey before the heavy storms and snows of winter would make such journies near impossible and the heavy wait of restlessness would settle upon them all as they awaited the thaw of spring. For weeks they would venture into the lands and move across its expanse, Though at these times there were two things that no shortage would be seen. Ale and conversation, both of which were most equally shared and passed about.
Anwyn sat a short distance away, a heavy needle poised in hand that had gone still as her gaze was fixed not upon the tents that in front of her but truely away, It was not the first nor would it be the last time that she had lost herself in moments of silent introspection. A hand fell upon her back and she immediately straightned, her body falling ridgid with surprise as she spun around instinctively the rabbit pelt falling to her lap. Drawing in a deep breath her look of alarm turned to a rueful smile "I did not hear you approach" The woman, much in apperance to Anwyn yet with a weathered face and the steady gaze of one that had seen much rested on a hand as she looked at her daughter intently "You would not have heard an Eored approaching when you allow yourself to become as such" her smile never faded as her eyes fell to the horribly mishapen furry bundle that had fallen from idle hands and she raised an eyebrow questiongly
"It is a boot!" Anwyn declared proudly holding it up and turning it slightly in her hands as to catch it from another angle "Or a glove" she murmured "For one with most unshapen hands" The two shared a private laugh for both know of her apperant inability to sew or create though lines of stiches could be easily pulled and resown, an effort had been made all the same.
Anwyn took a moment to reflect on the woman that sat so serenely before her, head held high and back straight. A face creased by winds and weather, eyes that had seen much yet still held a light, a spark that could not easily be moved, The features of one that had seen and done much, Yet held herself still with almost regal bearings despite the heavy weight that years of toil may add to the slender shoulders.
A comb was removed from a leather pouch held at hip and Anwyn sat, legs crossed and head slightly lowered to her chest as it was run through long golden tresses that cascaded down her back and pooled on the blanket, It was not that she was incapable of doing such things for herself only that it was a way of bonding, a tradition since she had been a young child as she felt the same nimble fingers work and part the hair into sections braiding the long strands that would fall into her face braided beyond her ears where they converged into a single long running braid that ran down her back. It was not quick task, but it passed as there voices joined together in song, a harmony long struck behind them as they rose and fell together.
Afternoons were often spent this way, they would fade away with the sun as they passed so quickly as shadows began to through themselves across them wood would be thrown to the fire and it would roar to life, leaping high into the sky. Stories were exchanged as venison was laid across a spit and given to the fire. They would feast, sing, drink and laugh until they could stand no longer and perhaps even then linger a little longer.
It seemed no sooner than Anwyns head had found the soft confines of the blankets her tent, her body pleasantly a tingle with one too many stolen drinks from a mug that the baying of the hounds brought for the hunt jarred her rudely from such a peace. Sitting upwards she listened for the sound seemed as though they were frightened by something, Though it was peculiar for it was the only sound that she heard for usually it would be accomponied with the cry for them to be silent, or at least something anything At last growing curious enough to rise she pulled her robes tightly around herself and ventured into the grey light of the earliest of morning, her bare feet but a whisper upon the grass as she slowly crept from her tent to gaze out into the mist that refused the sun to fully penetrate it. Listening the sound now grew distant to her, she began to grow uneasy. The hour had grown too late for the camp to be so silent, surely not all still slumbered, not upon such a sound.
Though as the silence grew she also grew bolder and pushed back the the flap of a tent to fight a pallet that was ruffled as though used but devoid of its occupant, her brow furrowing in confusion she moved to the next tent, and the next only to find them in very much the same state. Drawing breath she meant to cry out but no sound was drawn from her throat, she did so again to much the same result. She could feel the fine hairs of the back of her head begin to rise as a shiver ran through her and she turned as the grey silvery mist of the morning begin to change, an insidious darkness creeping into it, sending swirling tendrils reaching out towards her. Throwing out her arms as to push it from herself she backed into what could only be called the sensation of being thrown into icy cold water, again she made to scream but no sound left her.
The darkness fully encompassed her now, Drawing her down but she struck out with her fists with all the might she possessed, feverantly hoping that she might gain purchase with something solid, a pabable part of this thing that she could fight. Her hand reached out and at last grasped something hard, solid and cool to the touch she let out a silent cry of victory as her other hand was thrown back and grazed against something yet this was painful and in that single moment her conciousness was returned to her and her eyes, pale blue orbs shinning amongst pale skin flashed open and searched the area above her head. Breath coming in raggad gasps she rolled to her shoulder to find that she had sucessfully captured one of the 4 wooden pillars of the bed on which she slept and her other hand had grazed its frame.
Throwing out her arm it landed amongst the tangled sheets of the bed, the blankets long since kicked to the floor. She could not recall how many times she had relived, In one way or another that faithful day though there were nights she earned a reprieve and rested easily, though this had been no such night she noted as she inspected her grazed knuckles under the dying light of the candle that sat rested near her bed. Her heart hammered in her chest and she was sheened with presperation despite the chill of the night that floated in from small windows that allowed the moons silvery light entrance.
Sitting up, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and drew a deep breath and then another before raising her head to the heavy door perplexed by the sound of heavy footsteps that now moved quickly by there rhythm towards her as the heavy door opened as a guard entered the room tourch held high as his gaze swept over the slightly rumpled woman and linens tossed carelessly aside "I heard a scream" he announced without preample, as though it was ample reason for a sudden intrusion.
Anwyn cocked her head, watching the man intently as a ghost of a smile flitted over her lips "Hamden, Would I be greatly surprised to find you lurking so close to my door that you would so easily hear such a thing?" she was slightly surprised that perhaps she had cried alloud in her sleep after all, though she had also been known to leave her bed and wander while also in sleep so such things would not be so greatly surprising for moments of quiet were sometimes so elusive that perhaps her body would not accept them even as she slumbered.
The man lowered the tourch and his expression softened and he turned to place the torch in a holder which immediately cast the room into its flickering light. Hamden was not only a guard to her, but on occasion a lover as well for they had long since been drawn together by a strong attraction that required the smallest spark in order to ignite into moments of passion. There was no love between them, not in the sense to some but a respect and mutual understanding that was unspoken that only required a single glance or movement.
Anwyn rose in a single fluid movement, the simple nightgown she wore falling well past her ankles though the tie at her throat had come undown allowing the younger shoulder of the soft unmarred skin that lay beneath, she moved easily towards him her hair falling across her face and down over her shoulders though the expression and a mere glimpse of what lay in her eyes would have caused some men to turn and run already.
"I trust all is well then M'lady" he murmured, though more out of duty than anything else for he had seen that expression of which she bore on occasion and he shifted his weight though his eyes never left hers, as though he were stalked by a dangerous creature and to loose its eye would mean great danger. Though there was something that had worried him about the cries he had heard, they were of great fear and pleading though he could not hear all words down the corridor and through the layers of stone. They were not cries of pleasure as he would enjoy hearing, they were of something completely different the likes of which he had never heard come fourth.
A slender hand rested on his check tracing the line of his jaw before resting on his shoulder, a seemingly gentle touch but there was far more behind it then it may seem. Drawing a deep breath he composed himself as best he could "Anwyn" he began, dropping and prestance and title "I heard you cry out, It is full night yet once again your dreams trouble you. Will you speak of them to me now?" The expression she had worn earlier cooled slightly "They are dreams, nothing more" she said cooly, dismissivley. Hamden was already drawing breath for a retort but it was silenced as a single finger was laid across his lips "Do not" she exclaimed wearily giving her head a small shake "Even begin this game with me, I am not a weeping woman who wishes to reveal in sadness past and agonize over ones lost."
The grasp on his shoulder tightened, though the conflinct from earlier maybe of her own mind, blood still poured through her veins, her body cast out a call to his to answear, she did not wish to weep or puzzle through such things, she felt raw and alive and she found an answearing call in the smokey eyes that searched to meet her own.
The heavy wooden door absorbed most of the sound of a mans surprised cry as a heavy body was thrown against it, as did the sounds of heavy leather armor falling to the floor removed as easily as the soft whisper of fabric of a womans nightgown allowed to fall as they may as both gave themselves to each other openly and willingly, neither held back as they remained interwined until the early hours of the morning when at last they fell back to the soft depths of the sheets.
"I do not suppose that I maybe excused from my duties as it would seem I have been mauled by a wild creature upon my duties" Hamden asked as he pulled on his leggings though his eyes were on a deep gash upon his forearm, though he apperantly neglected to note several far deeper ones across his chest and back. Anwyn pulled herself up, flashing a grin at him as she rose and allowed him full view of her skin equally molted with bruising and scratches that would heal soon enough though she purposely made no great effort to coverself as she stretched catlike allowing her coverings to fall from her at length till she stood fully before him
"You shall receive no such favor" she replied with a wicked smile as she stooped and grasped his shirt and jerking pushing them into his arms as she leaned forward to catch his lips in a kiss allowing herself to linger there, It was filled with promise but the moment a soft moan escaped him she pulled away and with surprising strength for one so seemingly slightly of form she planted her palms upon his shoulders and ushering him towards the door despite cries of protest, Out the door and starring blankly at the now closed door the more than slightly bewildered man found himself though he gave no thought to his current state of undress more than he did to the woman within for he had been dismissed in such a way before and should not find such a thing a complete shock.
Within Anwyn picked her way across Armor that had had been carelessly shed to the ground, part of her had thought to allow him to reclaim it but it could prove to be a source of amusement later to hear his explanation to a superior later why he was without. Yes, that could be quite good...
With a sigh of contentment she threw herself upon the bed, she was contented for the moment but it cooled by the moment as it had been little more than a diversion of hours. It had removed her mind from thoughts she would much rather leave be. Though she silently scolded herself, she needed to live by her own words of keeping the past in its place but ever so it returned to haunt her, to cause her to cry out in the night against her own will like a frightened child, she did not mean to but it seemed that she had increasingly little control over it and that perhaps bothered her the most.
It stole her breath and her voice, It felt as though a great noose around her neck and held her down, these thoughts caused her to skirm in discomfort for she knew that she must always been allowed space to move of her own will.
In the distance, the faint song of the birds of morning reached her ears and she welcomed a reason to move from such thoughts as the day was now here and there were duties to be seen too and no time to be spent in idle thought. For she must wash and dress, to greet the day with a certainity that was not always felt and move with a confidence that while was natural sometimes lacked more times than others.
A maiden ushered in the room, a basin in hands and immediately her eyes fell to the floor as soon as they fell upon Anwyn and she murmured her words of greeting as the basin was quickly placed on a table with a splash of water clearing its edges and dropping to the floor as the woman moved to ready a gown. With a sigh Anwyn set about to do what she must, she would find no conversation with this one it seemed could speak no louder than a whisper at best and she allowed herself to be dressed and her hair hastily combed with steadily shaking hands and pulled back into an intricate weave though these were not the same hands she remebered from so long ago Anwyn thought to herself morosely.
It was of no matter for she had completed her task nearly as quickly as she had come it seemed and with a quick bow and word that went unheard to her ears she spun again on a heel and pratically ran from the room As skiddish as a mouse Anwyn thought to herself with a wry smile, wandering what could possibly happen to make one act in such a way, content to merely mold themselves to the shadows and not be seen as well as heard a stark contrast to Anwyn who had long since trained her voice and tone to meet that of any mans for she would not be drowned out or over spoken that is unless she saw it fit to remain silent, to watch rather than speak as some occasions would call for.
Though this was not often, as it was nearly impossible to her to go anywhere without escaping notice or comment for even amongst her people she was unusually tall much like her father had been though with the proud bearings of her mother. It was possibly for her to dim her apperance, simply fold and to become less noticeable though she did so at her own wish, never the bidding of any man. High cheecked and proud in apperance she had encountered women of Gondor though they spoke respectfully to her at the time her ears did not fall deaf to comments made in her passing that she lacked the usual ruddy cheecks and at times rounded noses that these woman had so obivious ly come to associate with the Rohirrim though she had taken all in stride. Those of Gondor birth were typically darker in apperance, for they lived there lives behind stone walls and knew nothing of the plains beyond the gates and the beauty that lay there, for Anwyn would most certainly choose to ride amongst such sites that force a false smile upon her lips and listen to those she could not care less about speak of the accomplishments of there husbands.
Inwardly, Anwyn was always amused at the joy that they took at the accomplisments of others and not there own. Then typically, they would turn to her and enquire upon the rearing of horses and planting of crops as though she knew no other thing in which she would contribute. Though she could be gracious, and go into great depth of some of the royal lines of horses that were kept simply for the amusment of watching the ladies painted faces of intrest slowly slip and fall.
Even amongst her own people she was considered at times an oddity, For she did not desire to find a husband and start a family, content herself before a hearth while many red faced golden haired children ran at her feet. Though she kept lovers for a time, there was no lingering on ones that failed to ignite her intrests and lusts. No, she would happily have a sword in her side before she would resign herself to that fate.
Right, a few things.
Its really late right now so I hope this makes as much sense in the morning as it seems to make now. I am picking up on the character I played on the other boards, and the way I have written this I am assuming she is a ruler or at least a woman of some higher birth. And by written, I mean I have put a pen to paper and written something but now its a matter of trying to figure out my own scribblings ;D
There was a character sheet kicking around somewhere as well, I will try to find it and barring that least make a new one when I have a better idea of what I am going to do with this and then go from there.
If this doesn't jive with anyone just let me know and I will happily work it around and tweak it but for now I am just going to throw this out there.
IC
The air was still but held a distinct chill that promised the imminent arrival autumn and on its a heel a swift winter that would fall over the lands soon enough but such concerns were pushed aside for this day spirits were high and voices raised in song over the steady rhtym of hooves as horse and rider departed the camp there song carried back upon the wind until they were little more than a shadow upon the horizon. The flap of a tent rose and fell as it was one of many neatly arranged under the outcropping of rocks that had served as windbreaker to the worst of the gails that had been known to blow across the plains.
Though all men and boys deemed old enough to follow the left the encampment had not fallen silent for the sound of laughter could still be heard ringly out clearly as the woman left behind arranged themselves cleaning and preparing the hides of animals trapped and hunted the day before. Thick white smoke billowed skywards from the fire as they gathered into groups and spoke amongst themselves, tones rose and fell accomponied with the gestures of the hand when one wished to drive a particuarly important point home.
This was an anual tradition, A last great journey before the heavy storms and snows of winter would make such journies near impossible and the heavy wait of restlessness would settle upon them all as they awaited the thaw of spring. For weeks they would venture into the lands and move across its expanse, Though at these times there were two things that no shortage would be seen. Ale and conversation, both of which were most equally shared and passed about.
Anwyn sat a short distance away, a heavy needle poised in hand that had gone still as her gaze was fixed not upon the tents that in front of her but truely away, It was not the first nor would it be the last time that she had lost herself in moments of silent introspection. A hand fell upon her back and she immediately straightned, her body falling ridgid with surprise as she spun around instinctively the rabbit pelt falling to her lap. Drawing in a deep breath her look of alarm turned to a rueful smile "I did not hear you approach" The woman, much in apperance to Anwyn yet with a weathered face and the steady gaze of one that had seen much rested on a hand as she looked at her daughter intently "You would not have heard an Eored approaching when you allow yourself to become as such" her smile never faded as her eyes fell to the horribly mishapen furry bundle that had fallen from idle hands and she raised an eyebrow questiongly
"It is a boot!" Anwyn declared proudly holding it up and turning it slightly in her hands as to catch it from another angle "Or a glove" she murmured "For one with most unshapen hands" The two shared a private laugh for both know of her apperant inability to sew or create though lines of stiches could be easily pulled and resown, an effort had been made all the same.
Anwyn took a moment to reflect on the woman that sat so serenely before her, head held high and back straight. A face creased by winds and weather, eyes that had seen much yet still held a light, a spark that could not easily be moved, The features of one that had seen and done much, Yet held herself still with almost regal bearings despite the heavy weight that years of toil may add to the slender shoulders.
A comb was removed from a leather pouch held at hip and Anwyn sat, legs crossed and head slightly lowered to her chest as it was run through long golden tresses that cascaded down her back and pooled on the blanket, It was not that she was incapable of doing such things for herself only that it was a way of bonding, a tradition since she had been a young child as she felt the same nimble fingers work and part the hair into sections braiding the long strands that would fall into her face braided beyond her ears where they converged into a single long running braid that ran down her back. It was not quick task, but it passed as there voices joined together in song, a harmony long struck behind them as they rose and fell together.
Afternoons were often spent this way, they would fade away with the sun as they passed so quickly as shadows began to through themselves across them wood would be thrown to the fire and it would roar to life, leaping high into the sky. Stories were exchanged as venison was laid across a spit and given to the fire. They would feast, sing, drink and laugh until they could stand no longer and perhaps even then linger a little longer.
It seemed no sooner than Anwyns head had found the soft confines of the blankets her tent, her body pleasantly a tingle with one too many stolen drinks from a mug that the baying of the hounds brought for the hunt jarred her rudely from such a peace. Sitting upwards she listened for the sound seemed as though they were frightened by something, Though it was peculiar for it was the only sound that she heard for usually it would be accomponied with the cry for them to be silent, or at least something anything At last growing curious enough to rise she pulled her robes tightly around herself and ventured into the grey light of the earliest of morning, her bare feet but a whisper upon the grass as she slowly crept from her tent to gaze out into the mist that refused the sun to fully penetrate it. Listening the sound now grew distant to her, she began to grow uneasy. The hour had grown too late for the camp to be so silent, surely not all still slumbered, not upon such a sound.
Though as the silence grew she also grew bolder and pushed back the the flap of a tent to fight a pallet that was ruffled as though used but devoid of its occupant, her brow furrowing in confusion she moved to the next tent, and the next only to find them in very much the same state. Drawing breath she meant to cry out but no sound was drawn from her throat, she did so again to much the same result. She could feel the fine hairs of the back of her head begin to rise as a shiver ran through her and she turned as the grey silvery mist of the morning begin to change, an insidious darkness creeping into it, sending swirling tendrils reaching out towards her. Throwing out her arms as to push it from herself she backed into what could only be called the sensation of being thrown into icy cold water, again she made to scream but no sound left her.
The darkness fully encompassed her now, Drawing her down but she struck out with her fists with all the might she possessed, feverantly hoping that she might gain purchase with something solid, a pabable part of this thing that she could fight. Her hand reached out and at last grasped something hard, solid and cool to the touch she let out a silent cry of victory as her other hand was thrown back and grazed against something yet this was painful and in that single moment her conciousness was returned to her and her eyes, pale blue orbs shinning amongst pale skin flashed open and searched the area above her head. Breath coming in raggad gasps she rolled to her shoulder to find that she had sucessfully captured one of the 4 wooden pillars of the bed on which she slept and her other hand had grazed its frame.
Throwing out her arm it landed amongst the tangled sheets of the bed, the blankets long since kicked to the floor. She could not recall how many times she had relived, In one way or another that faithful day though there were nights she earned a reprieve and rested easily, though this had been no such night she noted as she inspected her grazed knuckles under the dying light of the candle that sat rested near her bed. Her heart hammered in her chest and she was sheened with presperation despite the chill of the night that floated in from small windows that allowed the moons silvery light entrance.
Sitting up, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and drew a deep breath and then another before raising her head to the heavy door perplexed by the sound of heavy footsteps that now moved quickly by there rhythm towards her as the heavy door opened as a guard entered the room tourch held high as his gaze swept over the slightly rumpled woman and linens tossed carelessly aside "I heard a scream" he announced without preample, as though it was ample reason for a sudden intrusion.
Anwyn cocked her head, watching the man intently as a ghost of a smile flitted over her lips "Hamden, Would I be greatly surprised to find you lurking so close to my door that you would so easily hear such a thing?" she was slightly surprised that perhaps she had cried alloud in her sleep after all, though she had also been known to leave her bed and wander while also in sleep so such things would not be so greatly surprising for moments of quiet were sometimes so elusive that perhaps her body would not accept them even as she slumbered.
The man lowered the tourch and his expression softened and he turned to place the torch in a holder which immediately cast the room into its flickering light. Hamden was not only a guard to her, but on occasion a lover as well for they had long since been drawn together by a strong attraction that required the smallest spark in order to ignite into moments of passion. There was no love between them, not in the sense to some but a respect and mutual understanding that was unspoken that only required a single glance or movement.
Anwyn rose in a single fluid movement, the simple nightgown she wore falling well past her ankles though the tie at her throat had come undown allowing the younger shoulder of the soft unmarred skin that lay beneath, she moved easily towards him her hair falling across her face and down over her shoulders though the expression and a mere glimpse of what lay in her eyes would have caused some men to turn and run already.
"I trust all is well then M'lady" he murmured, though more out of duty than anything else for he had seen that expression of which she bore on occasion and he shifted his weight though his eyes never left hers, as though he were stalked by a dangerous creature and to loose its eye would mean great danger. Though there was something that had worried him about the cries he had heard, they were of great fear and pleading though he could not hear all words down the corridor and through the layers of stone. They were not cries of pleasure as he would enjoy hearing, they were of something completely different the likes of which he had never heard come fourth.
A slender hand rested on his check tracing the line of his jaw before resting on his shoulder, a seemingly gentle touch but there was far more behind it then it may seem. Drawing a deep breath he composed himself as best he could "Anwyn" he began, dropping and prestance and title "I heard you cry out, It is full night yet once again your dreams trouble you. Will you speak of them to me now?" The expression she had worn earlier cooled slightly "They are dreams, nothing more" she said cooly, dismissivley. Hamden was already drawing breath for a retort but it was silenced as a single finger was laid across his lips "Do not" she exclaimed wearily giving her head a small shake "Even begin this game with me, I am not a weeping woman who wishes to reveal in sadness past and agonize over ones lost."
The grasp on his shoulder tightened, though the conflinct from earlier maybe of her own mind, blood still poured through her veins, her body cast out a call to his to answear, she did not wish to weep or puzzle through such things, she felt raw and alive and she found an answearing call in the smokey eyes that searched to meet her own.
The heavy wooden door absorbed most of the sound of a mans surprised cry as a heavy body was thrown against it, as did the sounds of heavy leather armor falling to the floor removed as easily as the soft whisper of fabric of a womans nightgown allowed to fall as they may as both gave themselves to each other openly and willingly, neither held back as they remained interwined until the early hours of the morning when at last they fell back to the soft depths of the sheets.
"I do not suppose that I maybe excused from my duties as it would seem I have been mauled by a wild creature upon my duties" Hamden asked as he pulled on his leggings though his eyes were on a deep gash upon his forearm, though he apperantly neglected to note several far deeper ones across his chest and back. Anwyn pulled herself up, flashing a grin at him as she rose and allowed him full view of her skin equally molted with bruising and scratches that would heal soon enough though she purposely made no great effort to coverself as she stretched catlike allowing her coverings to fall from her at length till she stood fully before him
"You shall receive no such favor" she replied with a wicked smile as she stooped and grasped his shirt and jerking pushing them into his arms as she leaned forward to catch his lips in a kiss allowing herself to linger there, It was filled with promise but the moment a soft moan escaped him she pulled away and with surprising strength for one so seemingly slightly of form she planted her palms upon his shoulders and ushering him towards the door despite cries of protest, Out the door and starring blankly at the now closed door the more than slightly bewildered man found himself though he gave no thought to his current state of undress more than he did to the woman within for he had been dismissed in such a way before and should not find such a thing a complete shock.
Within Anwyn picked her way across Armor that had had been carelessly shed to the ground, part of her had thought to allow him to reclaim it but it could prove to be a source of amusement later to hear his explanation to a superior later why he was without. Yes, that could be quite good...
With a sigh of contentment she threw herself upon the bed, she was contented for the moment but it cooled by the moment as it had been little more than a diversion of hours. It had removed her mind from thoughts she would much rather leave be. Though she silently scolded herself, she needed to live by her own words of keeping the past in its place but ever so it returned to haunt her, to cause her to cry out in the night against her own will like a frightened child, she did not mean to but it seemed that she had increasingly little control over it and that perhaps bothered her the most.
It stole her breath and her voice, It felt as though a great noose around her neck and held her down, these thoughts caused her to skirm in discomfort for she knew that she must always been allowed space to move of her own will.
In the distance, the faint song of the birds of morning reached her ears and she welcomed a reason to move from such thoughts as the day was now here and there were duties to be seen too and no time to be spent in idle thought. For she must wash and dress, to greet the day with a certainity that was not always felt and move with a confidence that while was natural sometimes lacked more times than others.
A maiden ushered in the room, a basin in hands and immediately her eyes fell to the floor as soon as they fell upon Anwyn and she murmured her words of greeting as the basin was quickly placed on a table with a splash of water clearing its edges and dropping to the floor as the woman moved to ready a gown. With a sigh Anwyn set about to do what she must, she would find no conversation with this one it seemed could speak no louder than a whisper at best and she allowed herself to be dressed and her hair hastily combed with steadily shaking hands and pulled back into an intricate weave though these were not the same hands she remebered from so long ago Anwyn thought to herself morosely.
It was of no matter for she had completed her task nearly as quickly as she had come it seemed and with a quick bow and word that went unheard to her ears she spun again on a heel and pratically ran from the room As skiddish as a mouse Anwyn thought to herself with a wry smile, wandering what could possibly happen to make one act in such a way, content to merely mold themselves to the shadows and not be seen as well as heard a stark contrast to Anwyn who had long since trained her voice and tone to meet that of any mans for she would not be drowned out or over spoken that is unless she saw it fit to remain silent, to watch rather than speak as some occasions would call for.
Though this was not often, as it was nearly impossible to her to go anywhere without escaping notice or comment for even amongst her people she was unusually tall much like her father had been though with the proud bearings of her mother. It was possibly for her to dim her apperance, simply fold and to become less noticeable though she did so at her own wish, never the bidding of any man. High cheecked and proud in apperance she had encountered women of Gondor though they spoke respectfully to her at the time her ears did not fall deaf to comments made in her passing that she lacked the usual ruddy cheecks and at times rounded noses that these woman had so obivious ly come to associate with the Rohirrim though she had taken all in stride. Those of Gondor birth were typically darker in apperance, for they lived there lives behind stone walls and knew nothing of the plains beyond the gates and the beauty that lay there, for Anwyn would most certainly choose to ride amongst such sites that force a false smile upon her lips and listen to those she could not care less about speak of the accomplishments of there husbands.
Inwardly, Anwyn was always amused at the joy that they took at the accomplisments of others and not there own. Then typically, they would turn to her and enquire upon the rearing of horses and planting of crops as though she knew no other thing in which she would contribute. Though she could be gracious, and go into great depth of some of the royal lines of horses that were kept simply for the amusment of watching the ladies painted faces of intrest slowly slip and fall.
Even amongst her own people she was considered at times an oddity, For she did not desire to find a husband and start a family, content herself before a hearth while many red faced golden haired children ran at her feet. Though she kept lovers for a time, there was no lingering on ones that failed to ignite her intrests and lusts. No, she would happily have a sword in her side before she would resign herself to that fate.
