<div align="center">Sylvia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=123157.msg5405714#msg5405714)<br/></div><br/>The accepted who had constant thoughts of obtaining the shawl under the glory of the White Ajah was relieved when their destination finally appeared. Moraine, a dignified blue that mentioned little of the reasons for traveling here had saw to Sylvia and another accepted having horses with saddle bags filled with feed and rations but little else accompany her.<br/><br/>This was very unusual and Sylvia's attempts to pry more information from Moraine was returned with dismissive general sweeping statements which could be interpreted as anything. Enough for Sylvia to realise whatever Moranine wanted to share of her reasons it will be in a time of her own choosing, not when the accepted choose to be in want of it.<br/><br/>Luckily the horse, Tremola, that Sylvia had spend many sore hours on was of a gait and nature that made riding her easy. Initially the accepted thought she would perish after a week on the mares back but later grew accustomed to its motions enough such that riding her felt natural. That was until her legs found solid ground again.<br/><br/>They both trembled and buckled to a point of the accepted almost falling over. How the warders could flow from ground to saddle without a breath was something that stunned the girl. Still many mystery surrounded everything, none seemed inclined to explain enough to be useful .. yet. But that would change when she got that Shawl. Being treated as a JUST an accepted was ... to Sylvia, simple ...un-acceptable.<br/><br/>After a few shaking footsteps her balance returned, and instinctively the exhausted Source user moved to a barrel of water that was reserved for horses and splashed it with her fingers gently, to indicate to Tremola where she could quench her thirst.<br/><br/>Immediately after doing so the horse drunk while Sylvia patted the loyal mare's neck.<br/><br/><strong>"There there girl, however hard the journey was on me it must have been harder on you caring me and all our food. Gosh you have been good girl ! We will see to you and the other horses cared for by the horse keepers here. You will get your brush and shoes seen to soon don't worry, and my job is to find you an apple or two for thanks for seeing me here without throwing me off"</strong><br/><br/>The accepted laughed.<br/><strong><br/>"Because if i was you I would have done that the first day and every time I tried to clamber on your back ! The sweetest apple I can find !"</strong><br/><br/>Normally most would be all jaws open at the White towers presence in such a remote location but the village was abuz with talk of gleemen, fireworks and Bel Tine.<br/><br/>The accepted smiled. She had been delighted when the Blue Aes Sedia requested her personally. Typically accepted were more tolerated by those of the shawl, not sort after. Then two days in she regretted leaving the luxuries of the white tower. Everything felt so serious with the warder and Moraine not saying a word.<br/><br/>This village was in feastival mode, a light hearted joy of life, without responsibility, without pride, without ... pretension was delightful. And well worth seeing, even if it was for a moment. Still more of that on the following day. An apple for Tremola was her first priority. Tell the truth .. and she had told her horse she would seek an apple immediately, so that is what she would do. With that in mind the accepted made to enter a tavern to ask for such. Hmm perhaps the tavern keeper would have a better idea why Sylvia was her than she herself did.