It is within the early hours of morning that the Lady of Carraige Hill frequents Falcon's Glade. The smokey mist of fog blankets the large area in a sweet stillness. Birds even hush their singing until the sun is fully within the sky. A soft silence of all brings a reverence and peace to a place that lays not far from the bustling, feral city a couple miles away. Beside the large clearing is a fair body of calm and fresh water where Titus enjoys trying his hand at fishing.
Within the gentle arms of this wayward sanctuary, Milady Bryfogle relaxes completely. Here, pratice of archery and watching the men at game during the day passes the time for all.
To none has she ever spoken this, but within the quiet recesses of mind and heart, she hopes this will be the place where she will some year be married. |
