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[white_flowers]

Her plans are slowly being laid in place as a particular day draws nearer, and it is to that end that she is walking through the edge of the woods this early evening.

Her white cloak will stand out against the trees, she knows; therefore, as she starts into the forest, it is the green kirtle that she wears, and the form of Anghared of Northgalis.

Besides, passing so may buy her peace and time both, given certain recent events.

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"My lady."

His voice is soft, as he moves out from the trees. Bow and arrow are in his hands, but neither are aimed at her, and a moment later he returns the arrow to its quiver.

"May we speak, my lady?"