Dr Simon
Explorer
OOC: Sounds good to me.
The next day dawns cold and grey, the sky like a low white dome that mirrors the chill of the snow on the ground. Clad in furs, Gwyneira, Myfanwy, Quint and Gunnar meet with Meirion and his knights as they finish checking the saddlebags of their ponies, whose breath forms clouds of mist in the chill air.
Lord Llewellyn has risen too, squinting in the pale light. And approaching the group across the compound of Dinas Derwen come two figures. Their un-natural grace as they move with ease across the snow-covered ground marks them out as creatures of Annwyn or some such otherwordly realm. Meirion's men stop and stare in wonder. Fianol and Daunton, the elves.
The next day dawns cold and grey, the sky like a low white dome that mirrors the chill of the snow on the ground. Clad in furs, Gwyneira, Myfanwy, Quint and Gunnar meet with Meirion and his knights as they finish checking the saddlebags of their ponies, whose breath forms clouds of mist in the chill air.
Lord Llewellyn has risen too, squinting in the pale light. And approaching the group across the compound of Dinas Derwen come two figures. Their un-natural grace as they move with ease across the snow-covered ground marks them out as creatures of Annwyn or some such otherwordly realm. Meirion's men stop and stare in wonder. Fianol and Daunton, the elves.