posted on Jun, 7 2017 @ 03:18 AM
Night figured she would find the scribe somewhere, but not by tumbling over him, hidden beneath the undergrowth. How very odd she
thought. Perplexed, she stands, wiping off the dried leaves and dirt from her dress. "I...I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to alarm you. I was
just...searching and hoping that perhaps you would tell me more of your story." Shyly she looked down at him. The Elf wondered where this man had come
from, why his eyes spoke of mixed emotions. She could usually sense such things yet it was as though this mysterious man lived in the mists of time,
never truly revealing himself. It clouded her senses, left her bewildered, yet ever curious.