Eodwine
The gathering broke up and Eodwine remained sitting where he was, near the bonfire that had been built away from the buildings, halfway to the Lake. He allowed his thoughts to wander and stared at the Lake, shimmering in the moonlight, and at the fire, now lowering to a red glow among the burning embers. He looked up across from where he sat, and noticed someone sitting alone, hand in chin. He recognized Finėwen. Ever alone, it seemed. He got up and walked over to her, his steps quiet.
"Forgive me for speaking if you would rather be left alone, but I wonder what you are thinking, looking so wistful."
Finėwen had started at first, apparently unaware of his presence. Now, in the dim light of the fire, she seemed embarrassed to have been found out. Her mouth opened as she looked up at him. He waited for her to speak.
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