Isn't that the crux of the matter - not only of their brief acquaintance, but of how everything in life has felt since the war ended? No plan, no knowledge of the terrain; only the need to go somewhere, wherever it might lead?
She smiles at the thought, a little sadly - but, to her own surprise, a little hopefully, too. If this is how things are to be, then perhaps there are worse things. The sun is shining, and there is a cool wind brushing her face, and she is not alone. Whatever might come, whatever path she might find, perhaps there is somewhere for it to lead her, after all - somewhere far from the shadows of Gríma and the Witch-King and the losses she could not prevent.
Settling a little taller in the saddle, she clears her throat and lifts her chin, shaking her hair back out of her face. "Well enough," she decides, and nudges her heels against Windfola's flanks, urging him to follow Sylvain and Híril. "I suppose, sometimes, that is enough."
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Date: 2023-04-06 09:35 pm (UTC)She smiles at the thought, a little sadly - but, to her own surprise, a little hopefully, too. If this is how things are to be, then perhaps there are worse things. The sun is shining, and there is a cool wind brushing her face, and she is not alone. Whatever might come, whatever path she might find, perhaps there is somewhere for it to lead her, after all - somewhere far from the shadows of Gríma and the Witch-King and the losses she could not prevent.
Settling a little taller in the saddle, she clears her throat and lifts her chin, shaking her hair back out of her face. "Well enough," she decides, and nudges her heels against Windfola's flanks, urging him to follow Sylvain and Híril. "I suppose, sometimes, that is enough."