@TheGreyEIf The murmured affirmation from him, whether in the tongue of their kin or common, washed over her skin, warming her veins and filling her heart like the light of a rising Sun.
As his lithe fingers wrapped around her hand, she gazed fondly upon —
@TheGreyEIf "N'uir thiad dhîn 'ell."
(Ever is your presence a joy)
Stepping into the vibrant and brief light of the setting Sun, she places her fair hand in his, her smile and echo to his own.
@ALightOfTheSea The Elf Warrior turned, the fair voice of one he had known long ago, causing his heart to leap.
“Iston i nîf gîn (I know your face…), Calaeril.”, he uttered, a subtle smile upon his sharp features as he extended his hand to her.
@TheGreyEIf « running her silken palm over the velvet of the beast’s muzzle. Running her hands over the glossy pelt, she begins the labour of love, brushing and caring for her companion.
As Eruedraith spoke of the journey ahead, she paused in her grooming, »
@TheGreyEIf « clarity to them, glistening like moonlight on dark water.
With unspoken emotion she witnessed him for herself, the conviction of his words resonating their truth in his eyes.
Turning her head slightly, her nose nudged against his.
“Then »
@TheGreyEIf « lips tightened, eyes squeezing shut again, and her hand lifts, pressing the palm of his hand to her cheek. In one fluid motion she turned towards him, pressing her brow to his.
Echoing words once spoken what felt like a lifetime ago, she »
@TheGreyEIf « fell over her ashen cheek, and a spark of memory lit the darkness, bringing with it the smallest, and the fiercest glimmer of hope. A warmth seeping back into her veins…
“𝐼𝑚 𝑐𝑒𝑛-𝑙𝑖́𝑛 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑑…” She whispers, eyes still »