The sun was setting as invisible fingers raked against the sky, pulling out deep hues of blues, oranges, yellows, purples, pinks and reds. The colors were being mixed into a deep indigo purple night sky that was decorated with more jewels than could fit on any royal's head. A neigh is carried on the wind through the leaves of the various shades of green trees. The wind playfully ruffles through the green and yellow leaves and blow through some leaves that were upon the ground. From out of the darkened forest, a figure wearing a midnight blue cloak emerges. The rising moon glances out from behind the clouds of the darkened sky and the silver lining of her cloak shimmers. She must hurry if she does not want to be late. The figure quickens her step as the wind plays with a few strands of her silver hair that fly freely from an otherwise covered head. Her face is in shadow and her lavender eyes glow slightly in the dark. Her right gloved hand is holding onto a medium rope that is tied to a white stallion. It's coat, illustrious and shining in the dusk, its eyes are steel blue. The figure walks up and over a hill on a well beaten path and reaches the guard station. Reaching into the cloak, Silver takes out a piece of parchement paper to the guard. "I need to know the way to the Vastwind Inn. I have been summoned. Can you tell me the way?"The guard takes the parchment, reads the note, looks at Silver, then again at the paper. Scoffing, he points to the gate on the left. In a gruff voice, "Take that gate, follow the path all the way down and the tavern is on the right side. You can't miss it as it is the noisiest of all of them." Silver bows her head in thanks to the guard and begins her journey to the tavern, her stallion walking loyally behind.
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