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The evening is cool for late spring, as she walks out again by the lake. The (white cloak) gleaming green kirtle wraps around her as the breeze catches it, but she does not shiver with the chill.
"Anghared" is smiling as she stops near the water, not all that far from Gimli's forge, and tips her head back to look up at the stars that glitter brightly in the cold vastness of space.
[OOC: This one's plot-locked, I'm afraid. Ping me at Aspenx3 if you have questions. Thanks!]
[ETA: Warning for fighting with definite violence.]
"Anghared" is smiling as she stops near the water, not all that far from Gimli's forge, and tips her head back to look up at the stars that glitter brightly in the cold vastness of space.
[OOC: This one's plot-locked, I'm afraid. Ping me at Aspenx3 if you have questions. Thanks!]
[ETA: Warning for fighting with definite violence.]