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[Lady Tabitha]

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The evening, bitter and cold, bit at Tawny Eyebright’s ears like an annoying gnat. She had traveled to this unknown land unaware of her habitant and certainly not dressed appropriately. Scantly clad, she shivered as the icy grip encompassed her. Armed with a bow and few arrows, each corner rounded brought the promise of a new adventure. The moon hung above illuminating the outline of the town just a stone’s throw away. A few odd characters seemed busy at work preparing for some closure to their day, dousing the flames that once flickered in the fireplace and readied the closing sign.

It was obvious that Tawny was going to find her bed to be a pile of brush once more; her eyes darted towards a clearing not far from the mapmaker’s store. Her gypsy roots were exhibited through her uncanny inclination of discovering a bed from whatever available when night fell. Wearily pushing forward, her legs felt like they were dragging a weight chained at her ankles. As she turned yet another corner, a figure appears in the distance. Fearing it possibly more of a mirage than a fellow being, she felt her heart spring with hope. Maybe this was someone who would help her, someone even that might speak her language. The villagers all seemed to look at her with a blank stare when she spoke. She watched as the shape drew near; it was a pretty young female on a handsome mount.

She was dressed in blue outfit that was crafted quite expertly. Her eyes sparkled and her white braided hair hung down around her face. The mount rose on its hind legs as he approached sensing a stranger. With a touch to his mane and a soft whistle, she swiftly calmed him before speaking. “Hail!” she said, “Might you have a name, I am surprised to see anyone here about this time of night. Tis not safe for a lady to be traveling alone.” Tawny’s first reaction was one of disbelief in her fortune, rendering her speechless, but not for long. She replied a bit shyly at first, “Hello milady. My name is Tawny. I have traveled far and have somehow lost my way. Might you direct me to a place that is both cheap and warm for a safe night sleep.” Eyeing the clearing she has spied earlier as her bed for the evening, she waited for the young woman reply.

“I am Jaden Moon of The Celtic Kindred Clan. I was just on the way to a meeting; you are welcome to join me. I am sure there is plenty of food and wine there and you do look hungry. Perhaps we can see about getting you a bunk as well for the night. Tawny hesitated only a moment before offering her hand to Jaden; it took what little strength she had left to boost her leg over the horse’s back. Grasping the sides of the saddle, Tawny began her journey not realizing that this was the beginning of a long and delightful friendship that would grow strong, weather many storms, discover various experiences and build countless memories: Kindred spirits.