Anarya looked out into the night shadowed forest from her perch. Next to her the mortal slumbered peacefully, a rare occurence for Taraphiel. The waning moon was riding high in the west. A sudden sound made the elf maid jump and stir at her place, her hand reaching for her bow. Eyes in the forest peered at her with emnity, an indignation she had not meant to stir. Anarya felt her heart beating against her ribs with fear. She felt ashamed all of the sudden.
She glaced over at the tree across the way. Khelek sat up upon his haunches on his branch, challenging the night. Taraphiel slept without terror of the dark all around to her. Rudhchamion sat in the tree with Khelek, cutting away at a piece of wood, looking up once in while with his grey eyes to peer into the trees. Everyone seemed completely at ease, or brave beyond measure, except for Anarya.
She selfconciously tucked a curl behind her ear and slid deeper into the little burrow of the branch. Taking a deep breath Anarya sat, waiting for dawn's herald to ring soon. Waiting, just waiting for morning light...
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Snow white! Snow White! O' Lady Clear! O' Queen Beyond the Western Seas!
O' light to us that wander here amid the world of woven trees!
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