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Taurien made her way along a path, heading towards the stables. She wore outlandish elvish attire along with various pieces of light armour, and carried with her still a longbow and a quiver, now quite depleted of arrows. Her skin was smeared in places with dirt from the recent battle - she'd only recently been relieved of guard duty up on the walls, and as of yet hadn't had a chance to do much more than visit the infirmary for treatment of the few minor wounds she'd sustained. Her next shift wasn't for another twelve hours, but  before she returned to the barracks to bathe and change she wanted to visit her horse, Arphen. Horses were viewed among her race as more than beasts, instead as treasured and honoured companions. Arphen had been with her for several years, now.

the elf entered the stable complex, and wove her way through the general bustle of the stables, avoiding hurrying stable hands and piles of tack and equipment. She walked until she spied a box stall, over the door of which hung a familiar chestnut head. Smiling, the elf entered the stall, murmuring quietly to the horse in her native langugae as she stroked his head, free of a rope halter. That came as no surprise - the elf doubted the stallion would have let anyone restrain him in such a way, for elves used no tack.

Relaxing for the first time since the siege had been declared over, Taurien's thoughts turned back to the battle. The whir of arrows and the clash of swords below echoed in her mind, as she relived fragments of the battle. A wave of weariness swept over the elf. The siege had been her first major battle - previously, she had fought in smaller-scale skirmishes in defence of her homeland, but never something this large. And now that the adrenaline was wearing off, she was, not surprisingly, exhausted. The elf twiddled the dark blue armband that encircled her wrist that marked her as part of Serendipity's army, giving a half-smile. Despite their losses, they had won, and the dread army had retreated. No doubt there would be celebrating among the castle's inhabitants tonight.

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