A bemused look cross Emryn's face. "What...did you have in mind?" she asked, confusion further hinted by her voice. Only a moment after her question, her tolerance with her helmet finally wore out. Not only was it extremely warm in there, it was just downright irritating. After pulling it off and resting it on the pommel of the saddle, kept in place by one hand, the rider used her free hand to what would look like scratching her head. Emryn didn't consider apprearance very important, but one does feel strange with their hair sticking up in little arches. By pretending to deal with an itch, she could covertly fix any 'helmet hair'.

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"Goodness me, a stick. How helpful. We could take this place single-pawed with a stick. What a useful thing to send us."</center>

"accompanying you on your journey...whereever it goes."

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"Jorney?" Elly asked, looking from both the newcomer, and to the rider. When she finally stoped her gaze, seeing it land on the rider, she replyed to her question, "I don't know if I will ever see my horse again...or the rider..." She broke off, then once she came back to Middle-Earth she finished her sentence, "But I must get a new one."

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