[[ooc: Eona is disguised as a man and has been for a few weeks, so if you want to already know her you have the option of recognizing 'Ian Ryder' or the mysteriously vanished Miss Eona.]]
1: Seeking Shelter
Eona limps up the road, swearing as colorfully as any soldier. After years of watching and listening to her brother, she knows all the vocabulary. All the mannerisms too, and how to wear his clothing convincingly. Not his soldier's uniform; she's not that foolish. True, she'd rather like to be a soldier, but she knows better. Her disguise might serve her on the road, but it would fail her in the army, and she'd be trapped in her uncle's home again in a blink. Still, aping her brother's mannerisms is serving her well enough so far.
Not so her horse. That she didn't steal, for Windfola is hers, a gift from her eighteenth birthday, now some years ago. Though even years of companionship and a lifetime of being horseback was not able to keep Eona in her saddle after some dark shadow scared the poor beast. The good God only knows how far Windfola may have run by now, and in the middle of the night and in unknown territory she will have no chance of finding him again. Her only options are to bed down in the forest, or to chance this house. Between the pouring rain and whatever spooked her horse, it is no difficult choice.
"Open!" Eona shouts, knocking hard on the door. She tries to lower the pitch of her voice a little, though in truth there is little need for it. She is tall, and has a low voice by nature. Those combined with a straightforwardness completely unbecoming in a young woman has let her pass easily for a young man since she left home, now some weeks ago. But it is best to be cautious. "In God's name, I pray you be merciful to a passing traveler!"
3. Eat, Drink, and Be Merry
Eona's first experience in a tavern was, to be frank, disappointing: dirty, overcrowded, and loud, with beer hardly worth the effort. After weeks on the road she's gotten used to it, and they are useful places for gathering information if you can be quiet and listen. Which she does. A lady learns far, far too much about being quiet and listening, whether they want to or not.
Fortunately, this one is better than the sort she's been able to afford on her journey. The musicians have kept all their strings in tune, for one thing, and some of the dancers are quite enjoyable to watch. She makes no move to join in, however, merely sits on the side and watches, although her foot taps in time with the beat.
Eowyn ("Ian/Eona Ryder") | Lord of the Rings
1: Seeking Shelter
Eona limps up the road, swearing as colorfully as any soldier. After years of watching and listening to her brother, she knows all the vocabulary. All the mannerisms too, and how to wear his clothing convincingly. Not his soldier's uniform; she's not that foolish. True, she'd rather like to be a soldier, but she knows better. Her disguise might serve her on the road, but it would fail her in the army, and she'd be trapped in her uncle's home again in a blink. Still, aping her brother's mannerisms is serving her well enough so far.
Not so her horse. That she didn't steal, for Windfola is hers, a gift from her eighteenth birthday, now some years ago. Though even years of companionship and a lifetime of being horseback was not able to keep Eona in her saddle after some dark shadow scared the poor beast. The good God only knows how far Windfola may have run by now, and in the middle of the night and in unknown territory she will have no chance of finding him again. Her only options are to bed down in the forest, or to chance this house. Between the pouring rain and whatever spooked her horse, it is no difficult choice.
"Open!" Eona shouts, knocking hard on the door. She tries to lower the pitch of her voice a little, though in truth there is little need for it. She is tall, and has a low voice by nature. Those combined with a straightforwardness completely unbecoming in a young woman has let her pass easily for a young man since she left home, now some weeks ago. But it is best to be cautious. "In God's name, I pray you be merciful to a passing traveler!"
3. Eat, Drink, and Be Merry
Eona's first experience in a tavern was, to be frank, disappointing: dirty, overcrowded, and loud, with beer hardly worth the effort. After weeks on the road she's gotten used to it, and they are useful places for gathering information if you can be quiet and listen. Which she does. A lady learns far, far too much about being quiet and listening, whether they want to or not.
Fortunately, this one is better than the sort she's been able to afford on her journey. The musicians have kept all their strings in tune, for one thing, and some of the dancers are quite enjoyable to watch. She makes no move to join in, however, merely sits on the side and watches, although her foot taps in time with the beat.