More often it is she who gallops ahead all at once; his sudden speed surprises her. But it also delights her, evidenced by her ring of laughter as she urges Windfola to follow.
They ride thus unhindered for a time, their poor guards left to fan out and keep pace at the agreed distance. They do not keep to full speed long, of course; neither would tire their horses so unduly or foolishly, even in their exuberance. But the horses are glad to run for a while also, and by the time they slow to a more sedate pace suitable for a longer ride they are all of them glad of the respite. At this speed Eowyn and Faramir are free to talk as they travel.
It is truly a beautiful day, warm and breezy. The plains are a rolling sea of greenery and flowers. "Vana smiles on us," Eowyn says, smiling at all of it. She is radiant as only a new bride in the spring can be, holding Faramir's hand. "At this time of year the children weave crowns from the flowers--Vana's crowns--and give them to those they love best. I did so myself, when I was a child." She smiles at him. "Perhaps I will weave one for you, later."
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Date: 2019-05-28 09:59 pm (UTC)They ride thus unhindered for a time, their poor guards left to fan out and keep pace at the agreed distance. They do not keep to full speed long, of course; neither would tire their horses so unduly or foolishly, even in their exuberance. But the horses are glad to run for a while also, and by the time they slow to a more sedate pace suitable for a longer ride they are all of them glad of the respite. At this speed Eowyn and Faramir are free to talk as they travel.
It is truly a beautiful day, warm and breezy. The plains are a rolling sea of greenery and flowers. "Vana smiles on us," Eowyn says, smiling at all of it. She is radiant as only a new bride in the spring can be, holding Faramir's hand. "At this time of year the children weave crowns from the flowers--Vana's crowns--and give them to those they love best. I did so myself, when I was a child." She smiles at him. "Perhaps I will weave one for you, later."