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Jun. 14th, 2016 11:10 pmmythalenasteThere is woodsmoke in the air, a spicy smell drifting toward the darkening heavens.
Pel wraps up in her shawl and settles on a blanket by a firepit just outside the stable. Everything feels light, as if her cares are lifted with the smoke into the sky. Twilight was always her favorite time of day when she was with her clan. It was that blissful time of day between when the chores were done and when it was time to go to bed. These days she likes to use it for prayer, but her prayers have already been offered. Mythal has heard, and Pel has not learned what the answer is to be. The important thing is that it has been offered up, and taken out of her hands.
She hears footsteps and turns quickly--and relaxes when she sees Blackwall, offering a wan smile. No words. They've never really needed words.
Pel wraps up in her shawl and settles on a blanket by a firepit just outside the stable. Everything feels light, as if her cares are lifted with the smoke into the sky. Twilight was always her favorite time of day when she was with her clan. It was that blissful time of day between when the chores were done and when it was time to go to bed. These days she likes to use it for prayer, but her prayers have already been offered. Mythal has heard, and Pel has not learned what the answer is to be. The important thing is that it has been offered up, and taken out of her hands.
She hears footsteps and turns quickly--and relaxes when she sees Blackwall, offering a wan smile. No words. They've never really needed words.
