Linchil

While enjoying the last summers' breeze, watching the stars come out as the sun lazily disembarked from it's high position in the sky, the rustling noises of silk dresses and tunics began to settle. It was a wonderful eve, full of the fresh and warm scents of flowers in their last bloom, the slowly dissipating warmth of the setting sun, and the murmur of excited onlookers.

This diary page is splotched with tea along one edge, but is perfectly legible.

Well, Diary? Can you believe it? I shall finally be having some company who is not coming to my door with an arrow in them, or bone sticking out of them, or spitting blood. That is, if he actually forgives me. I do hope the boy forgives me. Not everybody of my own kindred has had the sort of life I have led, and I need to be mindful of that. 

Tolmen awoke on a stone bench in a dark corner of the hall of fire, the hall empty aside from the dying embers of the fire even the ever present Gilfiniel and Sogadan had sought their beds.