[Open: Aredhel] 342 days without accident
It's been almost a year since she was officially widowed. To some, it might be time enough to mourn and move on, but elves' lives are so very long that a year only feels like a pale fraction of eternity to them.
Aredhel, though, still believes he might come, and she's found comfort in that, and in her daughters, which is enough, for now.
The beautiful, pristine snow outside calls, and so there she is, in her white braes and tunic. She's kept a hunting knife at her belt, in case, but she left her bow inside. She's out with the girls, and while they leave barely any tracks in the snow, they are making quite a mess of it, building a fort and laughing.
Feel free to intrude on the mother and daughter trio, but there are no promises: you might well find yourself drawn into a snow-ball fight.
[OOC: So, a spontaneous open post, because I miss writing Aredhel and she's been very puckish in my head of late! Anyone is welcome! ^^]
Aredhel, though, still believes he might come, and she's found comfort in that, and in her daughters, which is enough, for now.
The beautiful, pristine snow outside calls, and so there she is, in her white braes and tunic. She's kept a hunting knife at her belt, in case, but she left her bow inside. She's out with the girls, and while they leave barely any tracks in the snow, they are making quite a mess of it, building a fort and laughing.
Feel free to intrude on the mother and daughter trio, but there are no promises: you might well find yourself drawn into a snow-ball fight.
[OOC: So, a spontaneous open post, because I miss writing Aredhel and she's been very puckish in my head of late! Anyone is welcome! ^^]