She mounts and starts out through the village for a light trot as though she is inspecting everyone's home. Well, in a way she is because she is most curious about everyone.
"Interesting..." She says to herself as she makes some personal observations of things she did not notice before. Fair knew that she would have to be more observant if she was to remain in the know of what is going on in the village.
Then again... The Fortune Teller is becoming very popular, maybe she does more than give mere fortunes... She thinks to herself as she passes the rather mysterious home of the woman.
On the way past the rest of the village she sees the place where the alchemist used to live, apparently he closed his place and moved on or maybe one of his elixirs sent him mad. Fair's mother always told her to beware of drugs and the strange men that use them.
She shakes her head while thinking about the way his hut looks so unkempt since no one has attended to it in such a long time.
Moving on... She passes the rest of the Village that is yet to be occupied. Perhaps there are not many that know about this remote area of the kingdom and maybe it is better that way because too many souls and then there is a lot of noise. She wasn't in Gwynedd to see lots of people but for the peace and ambiance that will allow her to think and be with her horse.
Still riding on for a bit she has seen enough, Fair returns to her home. She dismounts and prepares her horse for the evening by putting fresh hay and brushing her down.
She yawns, its been a pleasant day but now its time to rest. Fair was used to more activity, not that she missed the noise of the prior city but the quiet of village life can sometimes be 'deafening'.