Night Terrors [Adanedhel] [December 3010]
Nov 9, 2017 23:51:12 GMT -5
Post by Wyn on Nov 9, 2017 23:51:12 GMT -5
She nodded, satisfied, as he promised not to keep her cooped up during her stay in Mirkwood, however long that would be. She was used to crags and plains, not deep forest, and despite her apprehension, she was intensely curious to get a glimpse of Adan's world. Even Edoras, as kind as these people had been to her, had been strange at first. Here there were no orcs to clout her, no beasts to hunt her. She could walk with her head high, unafraid and at ease. A city full of her own kind was one thing, but possibly being the only human in Mirkwood would be a strange experience indeed, and she wasn't sure what to expect. Even so, she wanted to trust Adan when he promised that nobody there would try to drive her out or look down on her. She wasn't sure how true that would end up being, but he seemed to have great faith in his people, and she was willing to have faith as well.
She shrugged as he remarked on her still-healing condition, even though she did have to admit she had been intensely grateful for the opportunity to recuperate after months of trial. After the night of terror had ended and she had been able to rest, she had ended up sleeping for two days straight. "I've had worse. If nothing else," she said with a crooked grin, "I don't go down easy. We Nurn-folk may be stringy and small, but we're as tough as cured caragor-leather. It'll take a bit more than a few nicks and some hard travelling to do me in." Her wounds had hardly been "nicks", especially the slash on her leg that had reduced her to a dogged limp for some time, but she had lived, and that was what mattered.
Adan enthusiastically agreed to her proposition that she scout the woods alongside him. As experienced as she was in the wilderness, she wasn't sure how she'd measure up alongside an elf, but was determined to show both Adan and his kin that she could be worthy of respect. If nothing else, two were better at keeping a look out for danger than one, regardless of species. Something else he had mentioned had caught her attention, though. "This King of yours," she asked cautiously, "what's he going to think of you bringing a man onto his turf?" Wyn's experience with authority had thus far been limited to heavy-handed and abusive orcs, and while she knew this king certainly couldn't be so beastly, she wasn't enthusiastic about having to abide by another's rules and laws once more. Especially when that other had, so far, done nothing to earn her respect but would almost certainly expect it.
Whatever the king thought of her, though, odds were that it wouldn't matter for some time. Adan raised a valid point, that it might be best to wait until spring to make the trip. Nurn was no desert, but it was a good deal more southern than Rohan, and she wasn't used to winters this severe. Even with the both of them back in good condition, it would be a long and rough journey. Embarking in the spring would make things a bit easier for them. "You've got a point there--it would be better to wait out the winter before setting out." She frowned. "Question is, where are we supposed to wait it out? I don't know if we can stay in the healing hall all winter. They'll need the beds for the next sick or injured to come in." She wasn't too proud to hunker down in a barn or shed, but she doubted any of the resident townsfolk would be willing to let a total stranger and a "witch" stay with them for the season.
She shrugged as he remarked on her still-healing condition, even though she did have to admit she had been intensely grateful for the opportunity to recuperate after months of trial. After the night of terror had ended and she had been able to rest, she had ended up sleeping for two days straight. "I've had worse. If nothing else," she said with a crooked grin, "I don't go down easy. We Nurn-folk may be stringy and small, but we're as tough as cured caragor-leather. It'll take a bit more than a few nicks and some hard travelling to do me in." Her wounds had hardly been "nicks", especially the slash on her leg that had reduced her to a dogged limp for some time, but she had lived, and that was what mattered.
Adan enthusiastically agreed to her proposition that she scout the woods alongside him. As experienced as she was in the wilderness, she wasn't sure how she'd measure up alongside an elf, but was determined to show both Adan and his kin that she could be worthy of respect. If nothing else, two were better at keeping a look out for danger than one, regardless of species. Something else he had mentioned had caught her attention, though. "This King of yours," she asked cautiously, "what's he going to think of you bringing a man onto his turf?" Wyn's experience with authority had thus far been limited to heavy-handed and abusive orcs, and while she knew this king certainly couldn't be so beastly, she wasn't enthusiastic about having to abide by another's rules and laws once more. Especially when that other had, so far, done nothing to earn her respect but would almost certainly expect it.
Whatever the king thought of her, though, odds were that it wouldn't matter for some time. Adan raised a valid point, that it might be best to wait until spring to make the trip. Nurn was no desert, but it was a good deal more southern than Rohan, and she wasn't used to winters this severe. Even with the both of them back in good condition, it would be a long and rough journey. Embarking in the spring would make things a bit easier for them. "You've got a point there--it would be better to wait out the winter before setting out." She frowned. "Question is, where are we supposed to wait it out? I don't know if we can stay in the healing hall all winter. They'll need the beds for the next sick or injured to come in." She wasn't too proud to hunker down in a barn or shed, but she doubted any of the resident townsfolk would be willing to let a total stranger and a "witch" stay with them for the season.