Elysia narrowed her eyes as she watched a girl lift a wooden bucket and fill it with horse feed. The girl's dress was covered in dirt and oil, and her hair was wild and unkempt. Sweat glistened on her face and neck, causing some strands of hair to cling to her skin. Elysia couldn't help but wonder who this girl was.
She continued to watch the girl move from one place to another with the bucket. She finally made her way to the stableman who observed the men horse riding. She placed the bucket on the ground and wrapped her hand around the man, giving him a kiss on each side of his cheek.
Was that his wife? Certainly not, she was too young to be his wife. Perhaps his daughter or niece? Elysia asked herself.
"The grounds are indeed wet and slippery." Rohan announced as he jumped down the horse, holding the reigns.