<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/M00nchy1de/Vitani.jpg)</div>*Vitani hadn’t questioned endlessly about the why’s and wherefore’s. Instead, she’d taken the opportunity to collect herb specimens she’d yet to see and make notations of others she did know of but had not yet seen in their natural habitats. She was a quiet companion along the way, though not coldly so. She tended her own horse, never waiting to be ‘told’ to do so. It was always cared for ‘first’. Her own comfort came afterwards.  Once a routine had been set, she followed it without needing reminders.  She showed proper respect to Moiraine, without appearing to be a bootlicker.  Though she longed for the Shawl at times, she did not chaff beneath the trappings of her station.<br/><br/>Along the way, she’d bought a set of clothing that would keep her association with the Tower hidden.  She’d changed from her white banded dress into them that very evening.  Having seen and heard all the whispers she’d deemed it best.<br/><br/>As they rode into Two Rivers she smiled at seeing folks making merry.  Sadness hid within the depths of violet eyes. She was missing Bel Tine in her own village. A delicate hand pulled the deep hood of her cloak further across her porcelain, pale features. No one would see the single tear fall upon those rosy cheeks.<br/><br/>She was dressed in the cloak of a commoner. It was made of a sturdy wool, dyed varying shades of darker grey.  The clothing beneath also were those of a commoner.  Her skirt was a black homespun  fiber.  Her top a billowy sleeved heather hued blouse with darker purple embroidery.<br/><br/>Upon arriving at the stable, she slid down to lead her horse on in. She saw to removing the saddle and giving it a brisk brushing.  Its coat fairly gleamed when she finished.  If there happened to be a stable boy about, she’d hand over a few extra coppers asking them to give her horse a warm mash of some sort.<br/><br/>She slipped away from the stable, wanting badly to at least ‘see’ the preparations for Bel Tine if not participate. With bright eyes, she dashed off towards the town folk gathered about. *<br/><br/><br/>