The lady

"He simply sits there and stares out at the forest!" Talia shook her head, watching from the distance. The elder of the township staring out over them while listening to her

continue. "He says there is a woman that speaks to him, she calls to him and communes with him. Gregor, I believe something has gotten to him.. Spirits maybe or the loss of his parents was too great for his heart and drove him mad?

They both sat on the edge of the forest, picking herbs and roots and trudging around for various mushrooms that seemed to enjoy the forests moist interior. Her eyes were fixed on the young child as he sat quietly his grey eyes staring blankly into the forest. He had taken a fascination with the wilds when his parents were lost in within their village of Ithilien.

"A lady walks gracefully, A lady does not scream or shout, she is patient and waits for the appropriate time to act." These words resounded in her mind as she awoke at dawn. Was she still the Lady that Rohan molded her to be? Did she ever meet such a standard? Those words in her mind once came from the lips of her own Mother. While Shield-Maidens were not necessarily forbidden in the land of her ancestors a Highborn's daughter was expected to embrace a specific type of femineity.

The Lady rose from her bed at dawn the birds of early Spring chirping outside her window.  She groggily put her robe on to cover herself. Then peered over at the sleeping form that was keeping her warm throughout the night. Lycaon was a new face in her life and she couldn't even begin to predict what the future held for both of them. Why did she give herself to him? Could he really bear his heart and soul to her? Or was this just another dance? On the surface, he seemed kind, gentle, mild-mannered, and fun-loving.

It has been a long time since I had used this journal. There have been many changes in my life of late and I oddly find myself thirsting for times past. The old game, I suppose it could be called. However, in the game, others get hurt in the process. I dreamt of laughter and music last night. Music that I would happily dance to all over again. In my dreams, I saw her face, Aldway. The one my Mother wanted me to look up to. The model child and so she fell from grace with me because of love.