She glances up at him, even taller on horseback than he is on foot, a shadow in the firelight. Caranthir the Dark, indeed. She cannot see his expression clearly in the twilight sky, but the uncertain way he says her name speaks volumes.
She looks back at the birds, tilting her head as she examines them. "These are nearly done," she says, eschewing any attempt at a greeting. Haleth has never had much patience for such diplomacies, though she can do them well enough when called for. "By the time you have seen to your horse, yours will be ready."
They smell wonderful. A few years of settled life has clearly honed Haleth's cooking skills.
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Date: 2019-07-13 11:36 pm (UTC)She looks back at the birds, tilting her head as she examines them. "These are nearly done," she says, eschewing any attempt at a greeting. Haleth has never had much patience for such diplomacies, though she can do them well enough when called for. "By the time you have seen to your horse, yours will be ready."
They smell wonderful. A few years of settled life has clearly honed Haleth's cooking skills.