Open Riding onwards

[Eros BlackRose]

Summer, 6, year 515
Eros rode on horseback, quietly holding her father's fiddle. She had been riding alone for an hour or so, with only a map to go by. She only had the winds to guide her. She had found them calming, even if it was stormy. She began to wonder what types of people she will meet, where she will go. Maybe she'd go on quests, or just wander. Her thoughts drifted, she wondered if there were others out here, too. Maybe they were nice.

Sighing, she idly watched the world go by, as she watched out for fellow travelers. Maybe she'd sail with new friends. Or fight new enemies. With only a dagger and her wits to protect her self, she didn't have much of an advantage.