Continued from: story thus far Seraphina trotted easily on Finwë as they passed under shadowy boughs and along leaf lined roads as they crossed through the silent town and towards the woodlands. Her smile bright upon her lips they swayed together in easy company as they continued to speak of old tales. In almost no time they came to the edge of the Moorland Woods. Pulling slightly more sharply than she intended on Finwë’s reins he whinnied in protest and side stepped as they paused at the border. The forest loomed before them more impressive and daunting than any grand castle, the air itself seemed to still around them, like the world was holding its breath before the plunge. Calming Finwë with a touch Seraphina tried to steady herself as readily, turning to her companion as he whispered his warning. The gentle laugh that forced through her lips was warm, bright and seemed to shatter the oppressive feeling that had stolen into her heart at the sight of the forest. The minstrels determined words and offer of protection meant all the more as she saw how uncomfortable he was too; she noted his hands shaking slightly upon the reins. “Ah my gallant Rook, I hope we do not have to make good on your offer though I appreciate it none the less. Fear not I am not the helpless maid many take me for” With a casual shake of her head she adjusted her crown and repositioned her seat, for no more than a heartbeat her milk white thigh was visible in the moonlight and strapped to it, glinting like blue frost was a short but wicked dagger. But before the eye could be sure of what was seen her midnight regalia was back in place and she was urging her horse forward at a leisurely pace. He fell into step only a moment after but Seraphina kept her eyes firmly upon the road and for a time they were quite with only the nocturnal sounds of the forest for company. “So what do you know of the ‘one’ waiting for me or are we playing at make believe again or even more daring are you going to revel you are truly an old god come to walk amongst men and laugh at their folly? She laughed at this but it had been a strange evening where nothing had gone as planned and ever since this minstrel had appeared nothing was quite as it seemed, next thing she knew the moon would rise during the day and rabbits and mice would join her for afternoon tea. To her utter surprise Seraphina found she cared very little for the strangeness of her situation, if anything it was a welcome reprieve for the continuous monotony of her daily life and despite being unsure of the destination it was nice just to be able to walk the path herself of her own volition.