Chrestienne, what a nice name, thought Dorelnar to himself. A story must dwell around one with such a name but of course the story must wait till the maiden had finished her meal.
Dorelnar looked around the table trying to get a sense of the feelings and what he had missed. Something had happen between Soronume and Niniel, but what. There was something...No Soronume was too good at masking what he was thinking, nothing was showing on his face. On Niniel's face, well she seemed to be beaming. The pair got up to go to the bar. Yes, something had changed!
But then so had many things. The Lady Elwen was no exception. She seemed different, something about the way she sat, the way she played with her hair, as if this was just a moment not worth worring about. She still retained her sparkle though, that light that followed her where ever she went. Dorelnar smiled to himself, recalling memories of nights long past below the stars and the moon, in clearings still and secret. What a change this place made. No where in his search had Dorelnar ever found a place like this. But then never before had he found the Lady Elwen.
Dorelnar's thoughts seemed to float around him. He could see them, like smoke, they twirled around the heads of the others seated at the small table in the corner by the fire. He sparkled with different colours and shades. Some dark and heavy, thoughts not to be disturbed where they lay sleeping; others bright and glistening. What tales of joy and happiness they left behind them.
And through the thoughts the Lady Elwen's light seem to shine through all. Making the light thoughts sparkle and the dark thoughts lighter. She really was a light to him in darkness and in shade, even his thoughts could sense it!
Dorelar shut his eyes, only to open them moments later to see the Lady Elwen looking at him; smiling.
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