There is open curiosity in her gaze, but she does not ask, instead reaching into one of her pockets and pulling out something: a small, flat piece of glass, broken but still transparent.
"There is not," she agrees, looking at the fire and throwing the uneven glass circle in, aiming at the high point of the bonfire. She watches it glow in the fire for a moment, then looks up at Caranthir once more. "Come. There is a bit of hillside this way that I have found is best for watching the sun rise. Though that may not be for an hour or so yet."
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Date: 2019-02-06 01:35 pm (UTC)"There is not," she agrees, looking at the fire and throwing the uneven glass circle in, aiming at the high point of the bonfire. She watches it glow in the fire for a moment, then looks up at Caranthir once more. "Come. There is a bit of hillside this way that I have found is best for watching the sun rise. Though that may not be for an hour or so yet."