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Sep. 4th, 2016 09:36 pm{Continued from here}
Sinric heads down the stairs and out into the gardens, a wrap pulled around his shoulders and his hair still damp. He breathes in the scent of approaching evening as if committing it to memory before turning towards the lake.
He has no idea which way Athelstan might have gone but the lake always seems like a good place to start.
Sinric heads down the stairs and out into the gardens, a wrap pulled around his shoulders and his hair still damp. He breathes in the scent of approaching evening as if committing it to memory before turning towards the lake.
He has no idea which way Athelstan might have gone but the lake always seems like a good place to start.
