Mar 29, 2011 21:55
[In the early afternoon, there is a sharp knock on the door of the Inn. Tam Lin stands outside of it, his armour white and gleaming, snowdrops twined through his hair. His sword is sheathed at his hip and his expression is quite peacable.
Behind him stands a woman wearing only a long green skirt, despite the chill in the air. She is standing beside a sweet looking cow, her hand gently stroking its neck.
The whole scene is quite peaceful, albeit somewhat bizarre.]
!tam lin