Gwaedhiell woke up from her slumber at dawn, rising from her bed at the inn. She wandered over to glass stained window staring out towards the horizon. Remembering how ten years ago; she had stared out a similar window but in Minas Tirith. Where the sounds of trumpets and the announcements of Lord's and Ladies alike would be the beginning of each morning. The day she left she watched those streets and happenings one final time. But she knew solitude often followed those that walk a different path. Spring had been just emerging from it's own slumber and it was time for her to enjoy herself, grim thoughts could be put aside for one day. The woman left her room and wrote a note and placed it on the door, giving a notice to any friends that she was away for a few hours. She mounted Gilithel and sent the horse into a steady gallop, with a few delays such as bandits and wolves, she decided to dispose of them and eventually arrived at the Festival. It had been noon and the people of Bree were numerous. Some gathered near the hedge maze to become thoroughly but happily perplexed at the it's twists and turns, while some halflings were over at a large table. Gorging themselves with pie in a contest. It was all very interesting, so many strangers though and not one face she knew. But she hadn't allowed this to discourage her own enjoyment. Leading her stead to a feeding trough nearby, she approached the maze and after several tries proceeded towards the exit. After many more activities, such as horse races and dancing. She made her way back to the village of Bree. Feeling much like a young girl again.
