“What do you fear, lady?' he asked. 'A cage,' she said.”; Any

[Ygritte]

BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE

The salmon pointed woman finds herself in the meadow. It wasn't often that she ventured from the Falls but today she allowed herself to just begin walking. Her head is far too heavy with the weight of her thoughts. The Falls had been suffering a bit with the lack of activity and Ygritte was determined to fix that. She worked tirelessly to recruit new horses and to help the land grow.

The meadow had burst into the red and yellow flames of autumn. Soon the burned embers of browned foliage would follow. Pink nostrils expand as the crisp scents reach her and fill her. The gentle clutch of musty leaves and chilled air help to alleviate the heaviness that throbbed her brain. Amber pools clear with a small shake of her head. Perhaps it would do the mare good to spend a little time away from her home.

The meadow had the usual bodies present. Equines of many walks neared one another. Small snippets of conversations carried on the light breeze to the bay woman. The typical 'how are you today?' and 'my name is-'. The routine and mundane. Ygritte turns and see a few more horses approaching the meadow as she did. A nod given in acknowledgement at the nearing horses. "Hello there." Tones are low and smooth in her greeting, lobes flickering to catch a response.

Perhaps a little conversation could be good for the woman.

Ygritte.