It hadn't rained in a week's time her hands dug through the earth. But there was only ash. A drought had come to Bree-land. Still, Aellwenn didn't find herself panicking. At this point in her life, she felt numb to challenges. This drought was just another hurdle and of course the "Peasants." Would continue to believe, that they were pawns and victims beneath her heel. That she knew nothing of suffering or pain. Because in their minds. If she did, that would mean that she could be seen as an equal. Someone that was blameless in their sight. She could save them from a burning building and the Bree-landers would still claim, that she had an ulterior motive. What part would she play in this dour endeavor?
Her food stores weren't waning yet, but it was only a matter of time. The flowers in her garden were no longer flourishing. And growing boys were known for their appetites. Bree-land had been her home for a decade now. However, home was a relative term. She looked up at the scorching sun and said "It will be alright in the end. It always is." If she went back to Rohan then perhaps she could escape this drought. But even if she did return. She knew that it would only open a door, that she was not willing to face. Her mother was gone. Her sister died on this soil and so did her late husband. Would she spit on their memories by abandoning what was built here? Even if it was not anything like their Motherland? Once again, our Lady finds herself at a crossroads.
