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Eonera made her way to her seat. She had gotten out of Eldarion's seat just in time. It was only moments that she sat in her own seat between her siblings that she saw Eldarion walk in. Both of Eonera's brother and sister were busy talking to people next to them to even notice her. She stared idly into her wine-filled goblit. She licked her finger, and trailed it around the rim, making a whistling sound that could hardly be heard above the noise of others talking...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

She smiled slightly " I enjoy your company Brother, You are the only one that I know that can keep up with me.." she chuckled slightly " and I want to hear the story behind your wound there on your arm" she said softly before taking another sip of wine " don't look so shocked...For the past few weeks now I have noticed your sudden spouts of paleness, I haven't said anything to anyone so stop fretting.." She didn't look at him as she spoke so not to seem out of the ordinary. She knew her brother like she knew her own self.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Raelyn could over hear her siblings conversation. " i bet i could keep up with you, if only you invited me along." she said smiling at them. she sipped her drink waiting for them to speak.

Arwen looked around. she didnt like the mourning as much as her children did maybe even more. she knew Aragorn wouldnt want her to be upset too much. she had had her fill of crying and now smiled remembering good times.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

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" Ha!" Deawen snorted in a kindly manner, " You two won't be able to keep up even if I slowed down!" she laughed. She suddenly frowned as she became slightly dizzy she glanced at her goblet then set it down...as if in second thought she switched her glasses from wine to water, (not visa versa) she didn't have all that much wine but she figured it would be the best wine and the most poetent. " This is killing me" she said as the food was brought out..." you would think they would get the idea we don't want to be here or that maybe a private mourning would be better?" she hissed to her brother. " instead it's a public spectecle!"

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(actually... relatives of the deceased are given time before the actuall funeral reseption, and before anyone else gets there for private mourning...)

Eonera sighed, and glanced around. The food was starting to be served. And Eonera was hungry. For some reason mourning always made her more hungry. There were very few times when she didn't have an appatite, and then it was when she was sick...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

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Deawen ate very little, some foul and some fruits. the rst she just swirled on her plate. It felt like ages before the feast was over, Deawen rose to her feet and all but dashed out the side door to her room. There she changed from dove gray to a cotton shirt a blue tunic and doe skin breeches, she pulled off her uncomfortable shoes and pulled on her soft riding boots. She belted on a knife and a dagger, then pinned her hair up in simple ponytail. Then she slipped to the stables. FLow greeted her with a toss of her silver mane. " shhh" she said quietly as the mare nickered. she pulled the horse out, groomed it then saddled the horse with as much stealth as a cat.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Eonera nodded back to Eldarion as the food came out. She quickly gobbled down her roaste, butter cheese, and buiscuts. She finnished early, and seeing no reason to stay, quietly left the dinning hall. But first told her parents she was going for a ride. Eonera took her time changing into a white tunic and brown breeches, as well as black leather riding boots. She let her hair down but kept the top part in a braid.

Eonera made her way to the stable and started tacking her horse as Deawen finnished. Though Eonera didn't even notice Deawen yet...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Raelyn glared at the two. she would show them just how much she could keep up.
Raelyn ate as much as she normally did and then left after Deawen did. before exiting the room all together she walked over to her brother and wispered. " i'll show you just how much i can keep up." she hissed. she walked out of the room. once she was out she picked up her skirts and ran to her room. she would be out in the stables in a dash and out hiding in the woods if she had her way.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

" hello Eonera " Deawen said quietly as she was just buckling the last leather strap to the breast collar. Flow stood calmly and looked as if she was about to sleep. " I know it's past your bedtime" Deawen cooed to her horse. Deawen stroaked the sleek coat with pride. Deawen looked around the stables absent mindedly, her eyes fell on a chest in the corner. For some reason she could not recall it's contents. She went over to the chest and opened the lid. Inside was her father's horse's armor, the red and black cloth still were neatly pressed and the silver wings gleamed faintly. This didn't seem to bring back memories nor sadness. she put everything back and closed the lid. She had never been in battle armor was useless to her at the moment, but the horse's armor was a beacon a time capsule of a time when battle could strike at any moment.
She waited for the others by sitting on her horse in the courtyard.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Eonera jumped when Deawen said hello. Shadowmir snorted at her startlement.
"Sorry, boy," she murmered to the horse as she strapped on the bridle. "Deawen, I didn't see you there," she she said over her shoulder as she hoisted the saddle onto the stallion's back, and started tightening the girth. Doing so she didn't noticed Deawen looking at the chest. A few minutes later she led Shadowmir out of the stable, and lept onto his back without needing a stirrup for help. (kinda like what Legolas did in the Two Towers, only the horse was standing still, and Eonera used both hands to hoiste herself up).

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

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" good now that we are all here we can leave" Deawen said, trotting out of the courtyard. Flow eager to have soft ground beneath her feet picked up the pace, but Deawen wouldn't let her exceed a slow canter. Passing under the gates she shivered slightly, the gates built to keep invaders out...and deep inside she felt to keep her inside.
It took them an hour just to get out of the city. But once outside the first gate, Flow nieghed in delight, then pranced. Deawen stopped her horse and waited to the others to get along side her.
" Alright lets take a bet, Six gold coins to the rider that reaches the river first!" Deawen announced pointing to the almost distant river.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly