Enough

It wasn't enough, she remembered thinking.

It wasn't enough to simply charge less for an already doubly expensive knickknack being peddled as something exotic and fine to common people. It wasn't enough to pay for a meal or two around town whenever she could think to, or to offer her sincerest condolences to the widow she passed every evening who lamented the loss of a husband some decade or two before. It wasn't enough to reassure herself that she'd done her good deed in refusing a boy too young, looking for the means to ill-gotten gains.

Eodette knew well the weight of gold, but she came to find that guilt weighed far more. 

She had traveled far in a surprisingly small amount of time, the faint peak of Weathertop having disappeared long ago into the distant morning fog. The roofless accommodation bemoaning itself as the Forsaken Inn had luckily been able to sell her a nag that would lessen the physical toll of her journey, even if it wasn't a terribly impressive animal. Besides that, Eodette appreciated the quiet company of someone else on the road with her. 

Forgoing dresses for travel attire, she'd donned fitted breeches and reliable boots that rose high on her legs. Her top was still somewhat fashionable but modest, thick muslin with lace trim and embroidery around the flowing cuffs of her sleeves. She'd chosen comfort, but her pragmatism bade her to dress for wear and tear as well. Cinched around her waist was a ribless leather corset, and she made sure to cover herself with a warm, dark cloak whose ample hood she hid beneath. 

The path was easy enough to remember and despite what the townsfolk of Bree had thought of her, Eodette held a few precious years' worth of travel expertise. Granted, she felt apprehensive about setting out alone, destined to travel across most of the known world on the whim of a restless dream. She had enough sense to avoid most roads where possible and took with her a pair of steel daggers, along with small amounts of gold and silver but an assortment of other useful items that might be easily bartered. 

It had taken her days to rouse her courage, something she'd never admit, but only a short morning to devise a plan -- as simple as it was.

Ride into the morning sun, angling to its right.

It would have to be enough.