Jul 28, 2018
@wisebyexperience . sc
NIGHT IS GREETED LIKE A KINDLY INAMORATA. Keen eyes seem as though they would reach for the stars given the opportunity - and though his gaze might be lifted to such, his attention finds the Halfling on the shoreline. They had abandoned their boats on the skirt of the inlet. With every slosh of the tide their keels groan upon the shingle strand. Couthy timbre raised just enough to be heard above the wavelets breaking alow his feet is offered in amity. ‘ You do not seek to rest. ’ He need not gesture to highlight that which he alludes to. The ring glints devilry in the night about Frodo’s neck. ‘ Or It will not allow you. . . ’
