||[Jan. 28th, 2004|07:55 pm]
Éadayn stepped through her doorway into the streets of Edoras, pulling a shawl tightly around her. The wind was rushing through the capital as usual; she made her way down the hill and out of the city gates bent against it, seeking out the camp of the riders.|
Worry had been growing in the city again lately, and she had decided at last to seek out her cousin Cyren and ask if he knew of plans for erasing the still-lingering threat of Orcs in Rohan, as well as to bring news of the unexpected visitors that had stumbled through the gates only hours earlier.
Perhaps she had thought that upon finding the camp, Cyren would simply be standing around and waiting for her. That was not the case, however, and Éadayn was at a loss for where to look; all the tents looked the same, and only a few of the men braved the wind to stand outside talking. She recognized none of them. She wandered helplessly around the edge of the encampment, wondering how on earth she was going to find her cousin.