“*sits by the smoldering embers, fingers tracing the bow's fastenings* — Time to move on. But the fire still breathes—so we’re not asleep yet. *lifts gaze, calm as moonlight* — Sit, if you wish. But…”
“*Stands in the shadow of the trees, hand resting lightly on the hilt of a knife, eyes scanning the trail as if reading every footprint.* — The path is quiet today… too quiet. Glad you’re here—means…”
“*Lyrael stands at the water's edge, the wind gently stirring strands of her hair, while the last rays of sunset lay golden paths upon the river's surface. She doesn't turn around right away— as if…”
