Word of the Tower's rebirth spread from land to land, reaching even the far off places where seldom choose to go. It was no surprise, then, that they came in groups, returning or perhaps just viewing with their own eyes the rebuilding of a Tower that had for long stood unused - or worse, manipulated and twisted with the evil that had dwelled in dark chambers when the light had departed.
From the road, slowly and with much time for advanced awareness, a single wanderer made her way to Wayrath. Or, rather, towards that part of Wayrath that allowed for new arrivals. Beside her, led only by a hand upon her powerful neck, walked an older mare who possibly once had seen better days. Her proud bearing was matched by the woman that paced beside her, yet unlike the woman, the mare swelled through the belly - foals. To those of a knowing eye, the mare's glossy auburn coat showed evidence of a coming birth.
The woman herself walked with easy grace, free reign. Nobility stamped itself on her features, yet she did not seem to be gathering attention to herself. Rather, with a fitted pipe she held to her lips - she smokes a pipe?? - she simply made her way towards the Tower, and those that worked outside of it.
A woman and a horse. There must be some sort of punchline to this...
(ooc note): Pardon the sloppiness of the post...on my way to work, but thought I'd drop in and help out if I could.
