Ardirien

In Mansig’s camp, when the night was well fallen, and the air was silent around the camp, Lusseriel was sitting by the fire. She had finished helping making new salves, and now she was left alone with her thought.

The rabbit was sleeping curled up in a side bag she had bartered with one of the men just to allow the animal to sleep out of the way without being a nuisance to track down.

When the companions were not forced to rest in hostile territory, they spent evenings around their campfire. Sometimes they were so exhausted from fighting or traveling that they fell asleep on the ground where they’d dropped, too tired to even put up their tents.

Sitting at the campfire in Parth Galen, Lusseriel was looking unblinkingly at the rabbit sitting near her, that just looked at her right back, seemingly entirely unbothered.

It’s only a sound nearby that drew her attention away and broke the moment, and she huffed and started writting in her journal.

Night was falling on the camp of men not too far overall from Stangard. Lusseriel was sitting on the edge of the camp, just close enough to a fire to have enough light to write.

Lusseriel was sitting near the fire in Haldirith. She was again enjoying the calm of the night though this time, she was more worried.

It’s with a nervous gesture that she picked up her journal from her backpack.

“Today was somewhat worrisome.

Lusseriel was sitting next to the fire in Haldirith. She was the only one awake among her companions as far as she could tell.

She quite enjoyed the calm of the night, and she was quietly humming a song as old as herself when she pulled her journal out of her backpack.

Lusseriel was sitting between two tents in the small camp of the rohirrim. She looked weary, as she was trying to just stay sitting as the rohirrim healer applied a suture and bandage to a small but annoying and bleeding wound on her side. She looked at her ankle that was slowly turning a not so fetching shade of purple and sighed.

Lusseriel was sitting on the branch of a tall tree, her bag tied to another branch near her. Her notebook was on her laps, and she felt lucky it was a clear night that day.

“Today was… It was.

Lusseriel was sitting near the fire in Barnavon, wide awake. Nearby she could see one of her companions sleeping. She knew that Ardirien was standing guard nearby.

She picked up her notebook from her backpack and started writing:

Lusseriel was sitting near the fire and trying to enjoy the peace of the night and the sound of the fire nearby, a sound and scent that stayed a comfort through the years. The sky was clear, the rain had finished falling some time ago and in the sky the moon was brightly shining.