Arrow Lake ge smak daun, gyon op nodotaim

news of aurewen’s mishap had not yet reached ingram’s ever alert ears, yet it had been some time since the man had seen the argent; time, he was reluctant to admit, that had been deliberate. he still felt somewhat — what, awkward? unsure? shameful? of their last encounter alone — where she had sought to press herself upon him, and he had earned vercingetorix’s hardened glare.

yet when he saw Aurëwen across the lake, her gait a halting and uneven step, he was compelled to seek her. concern etched the male’s features — as a predator, he was distinctly and acutely aware of an injured creature — and aurewen was plainly hurt. aurewen? the male pressed, concern eking from his visage as he spoke. are you alright?