Fantasy Seeker's Reflection

[Moldie]

Irene ran her fingers across the smooth leather. It was the face of a book she knew all too well by this point. She recognized its every dimple and scratch, the engraved "C.E" best of all. Distant hills brokered peace between green and blue. Spring was here, it had been for a while now. She surveyed the surrounding land, her gaze soon landing on her fellow rider who'd managed to stay a few paces ahead for a short while now. The meadow around them boiled with life, some broken fencing the only thing keeping it from spilling onto the road. As they ambled on the silence between them only made itself all the more noticable. She put away the book and carefully removed a few rogue strands of golden hair from her face. Two weeks now, and still she practically knew nothing about the man. Perhaps that was the way it was supposed to be, she'd never had a bodyguard before after all.

Irene had been careful not to betray any professional confidence, but she figured some smalltalk couldn't hurt. Hurrying the copper steed up she was soon by the man's side. "So, ever been these ways off before?" She asked, and as the words left her mouth she realized the bland tone of chit chat was all too apparent.

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[OnyxMule]

Gilliam’s snowy hair flowed like disturbed water when he rustled his head, as if woken up from a slumber. “Many a time, lass”, he muttered. Many a time. “Though a lot has changed since.” He pulled at the neck of his gambeson and loosened one of the straps, choosing another hole for the pin to settle in. After habitually checking that his sword was firmly stowed on the saddle, he gave his dapple steed’s silver mane a gentle stroke.
A slight smile escaped him. “I take it this is not your first journey outside the stone walls, Miss Everill?” His piercing gray eyes scanned her. Her giddy spirit had woken something up in him when she approached him in the city. A playful spark in her youthful eyes that yearned for adventure. A purpose.

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[Moldie]

Irene smiled to herself. It’d been a while since she last left the comforts of home, but being out there took her back to simpler times. Even under the less than cheerful circumstances the fresh air and open landscape did her no harm. “Can’t say it is… I may not look it, but i'm no stranger to the road I assure you…". She answered with a tone heavy with nostalgia. It made her sound beyond her years, and in the moment she felt as if an old soul. Irene was happy to see the man let on a grin though, comforting the thought she wasn’t too much of a hasslesome client. She looked to the man, wondering who and what he'd been all his life. His tired eyes said a lot, yet she had no idea what. "...And please, call me Irene.".

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