home is where...
The party has wound down, the last notes of music fading into the warm tropical air. The cart is back in place under the trees, Ynen unhitched and grazing, his tail twitching absently at the flies that occasionally pester him. The doors are open to let in the breeze, and the boys have spread out the blankets on the ground for a while.
Moril's brought some of the sugar cookies back from the party, and poured them each a cup of wine, though none of them have actually drunk any of it yet. He's lying on his back, the little cwidder over his chest, fingers playing absently over the strings as he looks up at the sky--clear, dotted by tiny diamond stars and the occasional dark wisp of cloud drifting behind the shadows of palm trees above them.
[Boys from Da Cart! *g* for Ed and Al.]
Moril's brought some of the sugar cookies back from the party, and poured them each a cup of wine, though none of them have actually drunk any of it yet. He's lying on his back, the little cwidder over his chest, fingers playing absently over the strings as he looks up at the sky--clear, dotted by tiny diamond stars and the occasional dark wisp of cloud drifting behind the shadows of palm trees above them.
[Boys from Da Cart! *g* for Ed and Al.]