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While her dreams did not call to her, make her itch to uncover the reality in them, her blood screamed almost constantly to be freed from the constraints of city life. She was confine, shackled to a small room and worked a warehouse job that barred the suns from her throughout the length of the brightenings. For a woman who had grown on a farm, it was stifling. Yet she stayed, determined to find the good in it. And she did...when she finally got a chance to put the city behind her every now and again and take a peek at what lay beyond the city walls.
Aydyn shivered against the cold wind, hitching her cloak around her in attempt to block out the wind. Free-ng. Seated in the saddle of her plainsbred mare, she rubbed her gloved hands together, but the friction of cloth failed to further warm frigid fingers. The mare meandered at her own slow pace, hooves crunching over the thin layer of snow, her head bowed with little care for wherever it was her mistress wished to go. Aydyn didn't really know precisely where it was she was going...she simply wanted to get to know the land.
In the very near distance was a lining of trees. She had spotted it more than a candlemark and, for now, that was her destination. She had heard of the Forest of Light and could make a guess that this was it...but it would only be guess. As she neared, she spotted the figure of a man near the forest, simply standing there and staring. She reined her horse in a moment, her features drawn into a thoughtful frown. He seemed...well, Aydyn wasn't sure. In curiosity, and a bit of concern, Aydyn pushed the mare into a walk and approached him. "Serale, sir," she called over, hoping not to startle him. "Have you lost something?"
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