*Sitting on the large boulder outside the Prancing Pony, Blodwynn carefully balances a bottle of ink beside her. The bright sun illuminating the diary on her lap as she dips a quill lightly into the bottle, taking great care not to spill a drop of ink.
* Pauses to grin, looking down at the golden ring upon her hand before carrying on
*Wrinkles her nose and frowns as she recalls a recent incident in the Lonelands, her face falling even more as she thinks upon her next topic
*Looks up to her left at the large man sat beside her, her mood instantly improving, exchanging loving words and kissing him twice before packing up to head inside for a welcomed drink with her betrothed.
