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Frodo Silvertongue · 07-03-2012, 04:30 PM

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Night was just beginning to fall, but Frodo had only woken perhaps an hour ago. He'd been kept awake with worry, for his children and their mother. Gemma had been raped, the pups watching... it would take its toll on them all, physically and mentally. Mr Silvertongue dreaded to think what his children could possibly grow up into now. He couldn't sleep, he was constantly waking and drifting off at random times and random places. And so his newest day was starting at a pretty odd hour indeed. He'd decided he'd have too burn off extra energy to try and lull himself into tiring quickly, so he decided to set off on a walk. For once, he left his horse behind, for he wanted to use up the energy himself. The shattered coast was quite a way from his packlands, but he knew it well and had been there many a time before, both passing through and stopping to stay.

His nose quivered slightly upon catching the scent of another. He'd thought he'd be alone today, but perhaps not. His eyes struggled to find the source of scent, weaker than his other senses, but eventually he locked on to a lady, struggling to dismount and wobbling off the saddle of her horse. He found his lips curling into the slightest of smiles, and quickened his pace, eagerly wanting to see about this girl who perhaps needed a pointer or two. She was more calm with her feet on the ground, he noticed, leading her horse perhaps far more confidently than she did when riding the mare. She trusts yer. he chuckled upon approaching Rio, noting that the horse was all but eager to follow her mistress. But, do yer trust her? a wise question, but perhaps a slightly confusing one.

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