[Week 33, Day 5]
Who: Matt and Elfangor
Status: Closed
Style: Prose
Where: Just outside of Mizusato
When: Week 33, day 5, evening
Rating: PG? (Knowing these two, rating is likely to change)
Warnings: None (yet)
Summary: Continuing from the action thread here.
They bypassed their house when they returned to Mizusato, instead heading for the woods at the edge of the village, as Elfangor led Matt toward the place where he'd taken to practicing playing his guitar, trying to learn how to correctly strum the notes.
Eventually they came upon the clearing. There was an oddly bent tree, which had a hollow space near the base. Just enough room to store a guitar case, and a blanket, since the ground was cold here in the winter.
But the good thing about winter was that it gave the air a distinct crispness, sharpening the stars, making them seem brighter and more alive than ever. It wasn't full dark yet, but the sun was low on the horizon, and the first stars had already begun to twinkle into existence.
Elfangor finally disentangled his fingers from Matt's, so that he could tug the blanket out and spread it, gesturing for Matt to sit beside him as he pulled his guitar out. He glanced at Matt nervously, fiddling with the strings. "Just... don't laugh, all right?"
Status: Closed
Style: Prose
Where: Just outside of Mizusato
When: Week 33, day 5, evening
Rating: PG? (Knowing these two, rating is likely to change)
Warnings: None (yet)
Summary: Continuing from the action thread here.
They bypassed their house when they returned to Mizusato, instead heading for the woods at the edge of the village, as Elfangor led Matt toward the place where he'd taken to practicing playing his guitar, trying to learn how to correctly strum the notes.
Eventually they came upon the clearing. There was an oddly bent tree, which had a hollow space near the base. Just enough room to store a guitar case, and a blanket, since the ground was cold here in the winter.
But the good thing about winter was that it gave the air a distinct crispness, sharpening the stars, making them seem brighter and more alive than ever. It wasn't full dark yet, but the sun was low on the horizon, and the first stars had already begun to twinkle into existence.
Elfangor finally disentangled his fingers from Matt's, so that he could tug the blanket out and spread it, gesturing for Matt to sit beside him as he pulled his guitar out. He glanced at Matt nervously, fiddling with the strings. "Just... don't laugh, all right?"