Eamane knew she should get some sleep.
yet her body opened a full out rebellion and remained in stubborn awareness, throughout the long hours as the darkness finally gave way to the grey of dawn. The maiden dragged herself out of bed and into her travelling garments, deciding it was time to admit defeat and make the best of it. Then she went to make sure none of her belongings had magically gained legs during the night and sneaked away. When at last eamane was content all her belongings were packed as should, she pulled the bags over her shoulder and walked soundlessly towars the stables to saddle up her horse.
Elves may prefer to ride without a saddle, but with all those bags, she could not forgo one.
Then it was dawn, and the cooks were baking something so sweet-smelling it should be a sin, and she was taken away, captive and willing, to the kitchens.
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