-The black inked Sindarin script seems to have been written by an energetic hand.-
There is music In House Halatir once more. Not Harp music, but music to my ears nonetheless. I returned home today to screaming.
Rivondir's screams to be precise.
He was caught and dragged into a tickle war with the twins. He was losing horribly I might add.
The next thing I know, I'm dragged into it. I have spent the entirety of my evening in laughter.
I wish Sylrond could be here.
Even though he isn't..... I think I'm going to be all right. I needed that laughter.
Gileryn found me. Back into the fray!!
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