Galtharian

He jumped from Petal without a sound and gave her a smile, letting her stay in front of the inn freely - she did not need his input.

He stepped into the dusty room, it was not his own but it was close enough. His eyes flew over the faces around, some he had known well, some he had only seen, some unknown to him still. The strangers would look at him, exchange a whisper.

The fire was lit without much difficulty. He had watched others do it so many times in recent days that his movements started forming somewhat of a routine. He knew he was being helpful, and he relished in that feeling.

Family

Family is warm nights spent by the hearth, filled with stories and song. Family is mother and son lovingly braiding each other's hair. Family is a father reading the history of his people to his young son, perched upon his lap. Family is an unconditional love, one that is hard pressed to be broken.

Then, family becomes three young elves, naive and innocent, tears glimmering in their eyes. Family becomes a fight for survival. Family becomes hope for a new life.

The story of a troll-hunting party gone awry during Amathlan's time in Evendim, as told to Ithilwe, Galtharian, and Dalbran in Iml

I awake to the gentle chirping of birdsong, somehow loud enough to overcome the roaring of the waterfall which served as a soundtrack to my sleep. My eyes open to a briefly unfamiliar location, though as they adjust I am able to recognize it as the East Porch of the Last Homely House. The sun is making its path along the morning sky.