[Quietly, but not quiet enough. Bren had been on the lookout, and the sound of the car -- and Frumpkin's insistent and sudden case of the zoomies -- was enough to attract his attention. His own feet were bare and made surprisingly little noise as he moved quicky through the halls, familiar enough with them now that it was no longer strange how much like home they felt.
The silence of the foyer would be broken around Essek by the sound of music, notes ringing out and echoing in the entranceway, a soft melody with the sort of rhythm that one might dance to, if one could find a partner for said dance.
Bren stepped out from the hall, towards where Essek stood. In the moonlight that poured in through the window, Essek was a vision, ethereal and lovely, and Bren found himself spellbound. He was, by contrast, still in little more than a soft shirt and pants, barefoot, hair tied back, more than a few days scruff on his face -- though it was well kept scruff this time at least, hardly the haggard man he'd been when Essek took him in.]
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The silence of the foyer would be broken around Essek by the sound of music, notes ringing out and echoing in the entranceway, a soft melody with the sort of rhythm that one might dance to, if one could find a partner for said dance.
Bren stepped out from the hall, towards where Essek stood. In the moonlight that poured in through the window, Essek was a vision, ethereal and lovely, and Bren found himself spellbound. He was, by contrast, still in little more than a soft shirt and pants, barefoot, hair tied back, more than a few days scruff on his face -- though it was well kept scruff this time at least, hardly the haggard man he'd been when Essek took him in.]
How was your event, Lord Thelyss?