Arriving in Bree

(13 years old)

''Are we almost there?'' she asked, ''Just around this corner'' her mother replied.
Savela had been eager to finally visit Bree, thanks to all the stories her mother used to tell about the town when they still lived in Dunland... when they still lived in Dunland... Savela thought, All that is behind us now, from now on -this- is home.
The same moment the thought crossed her mind they passed the edge of the hill blocking their view. Savela saw a town with a wooden gate, a moat, and walls grown full of ivy, which almost made it look like they were giant hedges.

''Is this it?'' She asked. ''Yes, what do you think?'' her mother answered, smiling at her daughter warmly. ''It's beautiful.'' She pondered for a moment. ''I'm tired though...'' Savela replied, clearly impressed and with her mouth open in a slight gaze.
Bree was nothing like any camp or tribe-town they had seen in Dunland, it was... a -City- almost.
''We will rest later, we first have to find your father, I hope he still holds his old spot in the pony.'' Savela had heard much about the Pony from her mother, 'The Prancing Pony', the heart of Bree, 'Everything of interest that happens in Bree happens in the pony' she had said, with a grin on her face.
And even though her weariness she -did- want to finally meet her father, ''finally...'' She mumbled. ''I'm sorry Savy, what did you say?'' her mother asked, still smiling, the eagerness to see her husband again burning in her eyes. ''Oh, nothing mum, I just... I'm just glad that I'll finally meet father.'' She didn't know how else to say it, and she didn't lie, she -was- glad that she would meet him, it was just...

They stopped at the stables, she saw her mother paying one of the townsmen to brush and feed their horses, and then her mother took her by the arm and they walked into the direction of the tall building, with a coloured sign, displaying a pony on it's back feet.
''Stay with me now'' her mother whispered, ''It can be more dangerous in here than it was in Dunland.''
As they walked in, she felt the warm and damp air, a mixture of smoke and the smell of ale, wine, fire and people, almost swallowing her. Without noticing, she grabbed her mother even tighter.

''It's okay dear'' Her mother smiled at her, ''Just come with me, your father is over there.''
She glanced around the people inside for a bit, while they approached a tall, strong looking man in a fancy red doublet and black pants, surrounded by some men looking like warriors.
Savela glanced around the men one by one, feeling shy and looked-at, while her mother approached the one in the middle, slightly bowed to him and then kissed him. Her mother's eyes were bright and full of relief, she had never seen her that happy. ''Then that's my father...'' She thought, he turned to her now, and as she smiled at him, uncertain what to do, he approached and hugged her. ''Savela, I have missed you my daughter'' he whispered in her ear. She -had- missed him too, even though she had never known him, so she hugged him back warmly.