A visit to Lune

[Lady Beren]

It be very early in the morn...dawn barely chased away the night and chill be stil in the air as on the courtyard , the soft , muffled sounds be heard of a company ready to leave. Nae as descrete as the Lady Beren would have wished, for the amounts of guards and Rangers that will escort her on her journey, but still quiet enough. afew days ago, a letter had arrived from her lands - the typical steward's letter , an account of how the winter had passed. But enclosed was also a litlle note from Messire de Vraineville, telling her that he still felt it necessary to keep an eye on Lune.

With the Spring in the air came the restlessness, so the Lady had seized the opportunity with both hands. She would travel to her lands, for a visit and to hear the reports of the steward . That be the official version... besides that, she would see how close eventually His Majesty of France was, in what state her defences were and more of such. And ....a smile brightnening the Ladies face when she thinks of this reason, she would look what she could do for Lady Letha's hope chest .
She felt very happy for both the Lady and the Norseman.

Coming into the courtyard , the lute on her back, she watches the company for a moment. His Majesty had kindly insisted upon quite a number of guards, who now be all assembled. Her steed Bayard, held steady by a proud Perran, shows her usual signs of impatience...next to them stands Horatio, tall and fair ,with the lass mary at his side...and of course the sturdy postures of Ranger Richard and Wilfred be seen close to Bayard.

Waking up from her moment of contemplation, Lady Beren walks to the company , ruffles Perrans hair and gives the sign to mount. In no time, and as silently as they can, the company departs...leaving Windstorm Castle in the growing light of the rising sun.

[Dream Loxley]

*She was too late to wish her Sister well and safe in person... but she waved from the window of her chambers as the party dissapeared into the distance.

She smiled and whispered softly to the winds*

We miss ye already Beren...... come home safely to us and keep us in ye heart always.

[Lady Edfeil]

*She missed her friend. She missed hearing the sweet music, the teasing banter. She missed having someone near who knew her of childsage on. But most of all she nae liked the idea of her friend sailing off to France again. It was dangerous. Nae matter what Lady Beren said, visiting France was dangerous after the last time.

Still, responsability to her lands bound Lady Beren to the visit and that too she could understand. The number of guards and rangers accompagnying her was slightly reassuring, but each day and night, quiet prayers went up*

Please Lord... let her come Home safely.

[Halethala]

It had been only the second time she'd seen another of the ladies set forth to journey from Windstorm with an escort ensconced about them . . the memories of her own departure would probably always tug at her when she watched another ride out through the gates into an unknown future . . . Lady Dream had arrived back well and safe . . surely Lady Beren would as well?

Was it only her nature to worry? Or was the little nibbling sense of forboding for Lady Beren more than that? Perhaps the recent encounter with Remard colored Letha's view of all French, or perhaps simply the stories she'd caught of Lady Beren's last visit . . at any rate, she sent up a sincere and urgent request for special grace to keep her safely as she travelled, and favor in her mission.

Not only the Lady either . . she wished the capable and loyal escort protection as well . .