A winter ride

[shieldmaiden_rohan]

 The weather was cold and snowy, which suited Eowyn well.   She had warm garments and a warm place to sleep, as did Bleod.  The heat of the summer here was one that did not suit her nearly as much, and certainly did not suit Bleod.  A winter coat could be grown, but in the summer Eowyn had to be sure not to allow Bleod to overheat.  

Such it was that she was able to take long, leisurely rides in the countryside, stepping with Bleod through new-fallen snow and untrod paths while the horse's breath steamed gently in the air.  They rode only as long as Bleod wished to, of course, for the mare's Mearas blood meant that even one of the line of Eorl could not and would not force her to do what she did not wish to do unless the circumstances be grave indeed.

Fortunately for both of them, the circumstances were not grave, and so Eowyn paused when Bleod indicated that she wished them to.  The stream they were near flowed freely even in the winter and Eowyn thought it must be fed by some underground spring.  The water was thus not too cold to drink and Bleod took her time in doing it.

Yes, this weather suited Eowyn well, though she turned in sudden attention to a noise behind her.  

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[somethingwild]

Newt is out in the countryside, making his way through the snow, suitcase in hand. His Hufflepuff scarf rests tightly around his neck to protect him from the chill; inside his top coat pocket, he has Pickett wrapped up in one of his old gloves to keep him safe and warm.

For the most part, his walk is peaceful, the snow falling silently, and the babbling of a nearby brook providing his favorite sort of music. He lets himself dream, even as he searches for tracks or any other indication of wildlife nearby.

Naturally, such peace can never last long. Not with the Niffler in his case, at any rate.

Newt only realizes the Niffler has escaped once he catches sight of the creature through some brambles. "Bugger!" He exclaims, breaking his slow and steady gait to chase after the creature.

Fortunately, the chase doesn't last long. Newt catches the Niffler by the edge of the brook, grasping at what looks to be some sort of forgotten necklace.

"Oh no, you don't you little rascal," he says, panting for breath. Only when the Niffler turns and he catches the sound of what seems to be a horse does Newt realize he is not alone.

He grins when he recognizes Eowyn, though. "Oh, er. Hello again!"