Bretthera sighed a little, sitting down in a chair in front of a desk at her home. She'd worked so hard and it paid off; she was able to get herself a new home and a lot of things to decorate it with.
Out of boredom, she stands and goes over to her dresser, digging through it for a few moments... then pulls out a rather thin and tattered dress, one that held many a memory for her. The patchwork on it reminded her of all of the travel around Rohan and the flora that ripped at it. The unruly appearance of the skirt's hem, stained by the dusty road and the mud, only made her remember the roads all around Rohan.
She remembered it was a beautiful place, beset by many, many troubles... but she knew that, despite the Rohirrim's knowledge of that, she and her travel companions were treated well as guests, even in Harwick...
She sighed a little again, sinking into her memories as she looked the dress over.
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"Oh, dear, your dress..." said a woman, looking quite concerned about something.
"What about it?" Bretthera asked the woman in response, a little confused as to why the woman would be concerned.
"Well... it looks incredibly thin, and this year's winter promises to be a cold one..." the woman explained, giving Bretthera a bit of a worried look.
"For you, perhaps... I come from Dale, much further north from here... it would be nothing to me, honestly... pardon my words if they sound a bit badly towards you..." Bretthera stated, looking and feeling a bit unsure of the woman that spoke to her. The woman in question was most definitely blonde, much taller than Bretthera was, and wore a worried expression that her dark green eyes showed more than her kindly appearance.
"It is nothing, yet it is understandable. I hear it is quite a cold place, Dale..." the woman responded. Bretthera only nodded, to show her agreement.
"Here, it feels much more like summer to me. Dale is nice in the spring and summer, but once fall and winter arrives, it is a struggle... and being so near the Lonely Mountain helps little with that matter..." she said.
"That is... quite understandable... are you sure you will be alright, miss?" the woman asked, again looking concerned. Bretthera glanced up at the woman with a small, reassuring smile.
"Very sure. Thank you, though, for your concern." Bretthera answered, giving a deep nod.
"You are quite welcome..." said the woman, before she turned and walked away.
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That conversation, she remembered, happened while she and her seven travel companions were in Harwick... a fond memory. Perhaps one so fond that she couldn't find it in herself to be rid of the dress... it held many a memory for her, both good and bad.
However, she knew that a dress so old was sure to bring memories, no matter the situation.
Maybe one day she would be able to see Harwick again... and the lady who had expressed her concerns to her. It was the last stop in Rohan before the group of eight made for the lands beyond the northern Rohirrim border...
With that in mind, she looked at her desk and closed the book on top of it, before she decided to ready herself for bed that night.
