Penn ran until she was breathless. She ran until the feeling of being followed had faded and she could take a moment to recover. Her hands pressed to knees as she drew in ragged breaths even as she hardly felt burdened by the run. Quite the opposite in fact she felt far more invigorated.

It would have seemed that she should have been weaker on the land and in a new place and time, but the magic within had adjusted and accommodated her to change and adapt. For the price of Truth and Justice she wore the stain of blood on her hands.

The times had changed but even now she knew her obligation remained to protect the relic. There was no future king to bestow it upon, once perhaps but not in the future. Penn knew that the relic spoke for her now even if it never would belong to her.

The relic was much like the Lady in that neither could be possessed. Not by choice and not entirely. They were nothing more then strong companions to those they found.

Blue lake eyes drowned in the sights as she found herself in the vibrant soaked light of the Marketplace. Penn’s fingers pushed through sweat damp strands of gold as a smile made its presence known. She would play the part of a casual visitor. After all if she had hid so well who she was now, what was another part to play?

The story she wrapped herself in would only grow as she spotted the blacksmith’s business. Her hands shoved into her pockets as she headed in that direction. It was about time she inquired about a horse and more so to inquire about real estate.

The story was about to unfurl and extend its reach of illusion and intrigue as she knew it would only be a matter of time before Avalon Stables would come to be, and she… would be safe within a lie.