Deep in the forest, a woman approaches on horseback. Both of them show signs of long, hard travel, though they seem to be in fairly good spirits. The woman is singing softly as they walk, a soft and simple jaunty song, yet her voice carries through the near silent forest with ease. Any who could hear this, would be momentarily mesmerised by the rich tonal quality of her voice. It may, for those in the know, even perhaps be perfect pitch.
As they wander lazily through the forest, the horse slowly picking its way along a rough pathway, the woman changes tune to a slower ballad. Overhanging branches occasionally flick against her face before she can duck and when too many branches begin to hit against the womans face, she stops the horse. Dismounting gracefully, she grabs her walking staff and holds the horses mane with one hand. Clicking with her tongue, the horse begins walking again as she continues to walk beside him.
The woman herself is tall and slender, with long waves of black hair, cascading down her back. She wears a simple, modest calf length dress with simple boots to complete the ensemble. The dress is average quality, certainly not a peasants attire but not that of a wealthy lady either. It is a rich forest green, with soft golden yellow embroidery detail around the hem, neckline and arms. The neckline is modest, but not completely covering or concealing. The bodice tapers in around a shapely waist, and gives a hint of shape about it. Her boots are soft animal skin, and make no sound on the ground as she walks, not that it matters as her stick makes all the noise for her The most striking thing about her are her eyes which are milky white, little scars around the edges. Her horse is a tall dappled grey beast, and seems sure footed as he picks his way out of the forest, approaching the tavern.
Cassandria stops, looking around as she listens carefully. "Where have you brought us this time?" Twisting her head left and right, she tries to pick out any familiar sounds, as the horse begins onwards again. Grasping his mane once more, she walks with him until he stops outside the tavern door. Tapping her walking staff onto the wooden steps of the tavern, she frowns "We have not been here in a very long time my friend, why have you brought us here this eve?"
Pausing a while, she tilts her head very slightly. "Very well." Letting go of the horses mane, she taps her staff slowly on the step again. "If this is your choice, then let us stay a while." Turning towards the horse, she reaches a hand over to his mane again "Take us to the stables then, and we shall bed you down." The horse turns, and walks slowly towards the stables. Shunning any help from the stable hands, she removes all the tack and gear from her horse, before giving him a thorough rub down. Next she waters and feeds him, before setting her tack and gear on a shelf to keep it dry. When all this is tended to, she turns back to the horse.
"There. Now I shall be in the tavern a while. You rest some, we have travelled a long way to get here." Picking up her bags and belongings, she taps the staff slowly whilst she walks, making her way inside.
As they wander lazily through the forest, the horse slowly picking its way along a rough pathway, the woman changes tune to a slower ballad. Overhanging branches occasionally flick against her face before she can duck and when too many branches begin to hit against the womans face, she stops the horse. Dismounting gracefully, she grabs her walking staff and holds the horses mane with one hand. Clicking with her tongue, the horse begins walking again as she continues to walk beside him.
The woman herself is tall and slender, with long waves of black hair, cascading down her back. She wears a simple, modest calf length dress with simple boots to complete the ensemble. The dress is average quality, certainly not a peasants attire but not that of a wealthy lady either. It is a rich forest green, with soft golden yellow embroidery detail around the hem, neckline and arms. The neckline is modest, but not completely covering or concealing. The bodice tapers in around a shapely waist, and gives a hint of shape about it. Her boots are soft animal skin, and make no sound on the ground as she walks, not that it matters as her stick makes all the noise for her The most striking thing about her are her eyes which are milky white, little scars around the edges. Her horse is a tall dappled grey beast, and seems sure footed as he picks his way out of the forest, approaching the tavern.
Cassandria stops, looking around as she listens carefully. "Where have you brought us this time?" Twisting her head left and right, she tries to pick out any familiar sounds, as the horse begins onwards again. Grasping his mane once more, she walks with him until he stops outside the tavern door. Tapping her walking staff onto the wooden steps of the tavern, she frowns "We have not been here in a very long time my friend, why have you brought us here this eve?"
Pausing a while, she tilts her head very slightly. "Very well." Letting go of the horses mane, she taps her staff slowly on the step again. "If this is your choice, then let us stay a while." Turning towards the horse, she reaches a hand over to his mane again "Take us to the stables then, and we shall bed you down." The horse turns, and walks slowly towards the stables. Shunning any help from the stable hands, she removes all the tack and gear from her horse, before giving him a thorough rub down. Next she waters and feeds him, before setting her tack and gear on a shelf to keep it dry. When all this is tended to, she turns back to the horse.
"There. Now I shall be in the tavern a while. You rest some, we have travelled a long way to get here." Picking up her bags and belongings, she taps the staff slowly whilst she walks, making her way inside.
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