She flushes a little, but before she can speak some of the Haladin come to speak with her. Not of anything serious, to judge by their expressions. Meanwhile the young healer Linneth takes a few moments to speak to Caranthir, using slow, careful, new-taught Sindarin to thank him for his tutelage months ago. Someone has been passing on her own lessons in Sindarin, clearly.
They are both of them engaged in small talk for some time, as the bonfire burns bright and hot and merry. Now and then someone will approach and toss a thing into the fire. It is a varied assortment: dried oak leaves, a splash of mead, a bird's skeleton, a ribbon.
Haldan approaches Caranthir, while Haleth is still occupied. "I gave a rock," he says, in simple but understandable Sindarin. "For strength, so I will be strong. Did you bring anything?"
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Date: 2019-02-06 12:47 am (UTC)They are both of them engaged in small talk for some time, as the bonfire burns bright and hot and merry. Now and then someone will approach and toss a thing into the fire. It is a varied assortment: dried oak leaves, a splash of mead, a bird's skeleton, a ribbon.
Haldan approaches Caranthir, while Haleth is still occupied. "I gave a rock," he says, in simple but understandable Sindarin. "For strength, so I will be strong. Did you bring anything?"