[ It's hardly a difficult night to enjoy. The air is tepid, filled still with the singing of insects and birds. The sky is made livid with dying daylight. The trees penning their tents in only just begin to fade into shadow, the shapes of their leaves cutting a strict, black figure against the sky.
Above all, though, they are here - they are all of them here, they are safe. The evening is shaping into the closest approximation Godfrey had found to perfect during their travels; the day's travails had been tiring, but not so tiring. Nothing beyond the fundamental comfort of a warm fireside meal.
With dinner put behind them, their respective evenings begin; some of the others, doubtless, preparing for some small-hour revelry which Godfrey would not sacrifice dawn prayer for.
But Godfrey decides that they won't miss one bottle for the evening.
So it is that Godfrey's footfalls rasp through sweet grass to Gale's violet tent; from one hand dangling the neck of a bottle, the fingers of the other caught with the stems of two battered pewter wine glasses. ]
Gale, [ Said to the tent flap, before he reminds himself that he was invited; surely it's permissible to work his hand beneath that flap and lift it just a little, a careful cautioning as to his entry without striding in unwelcome, ] may I enter?
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Above all, though, they are here - they are all of them here, they are safe. The evening is shaping into the closest approximation Godfrey had found to perfect during their travels; the day's travails had been tiring, but not so tiring. Nothing beyond the fundamental comfort of a warm fireside meal.
With dinner put behind them, their respective evenings begin; some of the others, doubtless, preparing for some small-hour revelry which Godfrey would not sacrifice dawn prayer for.
But Godfrey decides that they won't miss one bottle for the evening.
So it is that Godfrey's footfalls rasp through sweet grass to Gale's violet tent; from one hand dangling the neck of a bottle, the fingers of the other caught with the stems of two battered pewter wine glasses. ]
Gale, [ Said to the tent flap, before he reminds himself that he was invited; surely it's permissible to work his hand beneath that flap and lift it just a little, a careful cautioning as to his entry without striding in unwelcome, ] may I enter?