𝓪 half empty mug of ale sat
before the knight as he occupied
a quiet table near the hearth ...
alaric took an unhurried sip ,
content to watch the tavern
in silence .
dark curls illuminated warmly
by orange glow as he partook
——
𝓮ach deliberate scrape breaking
the night’s silence . 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 leapt
briefly from 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐧 before
fading into 𝖉arkness …
without lifting his gaze
from his work , alaric
spoke ;;
——