Cole Rutgar (Aug 15, 2011 1:12:53 AM)
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Anneliese Adler (Aug 15, 2011 1:13:48 AM)
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Anneliese Adler (Aug 15, 2011 1:22:23 AM)
*Anneliese has material in her lap, apparently lace and some other material that she's hand sewing, occasionally pausing to run her hand down her belly... a sweet, peaceful scene as she sits outside under a light*

Cole Rutgar (Aug 15, 2011 1:29:21 AM)
He was just another shape in the darkness; one of many who prowled along the interior of the bawn. None of them could sleep. Not a night. These nocturnal creatures who become sharper, keener when the night sky is filled with stars and the bright smile of Luna's full, pregnant face. He passed close enough to that little ring of light that surrounded her to make out the gleam around the edges. Hint of red. Stark, angular features. Lean, coiled frame. Glance shifts to her - gun-metal in moonlight. Stops in passing, slides his glance down her to the needlework she's crafting, "Whatcha makin'?" harsh, discordant rasp. Makes the congenial words seem sinister. But, she's probably used to that by now.

Cole Rutgar (Aug 15, 2011 1:46:53 AM)
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Anneliese Adler (Aug 15, 2011 1:53:25 AM)
*she's watchful, noting the shapes, the breath and movement of the forest, though she doesn't seem scared. She looks up at him and gives him a bit of a smile and shrugs* A dress. Scratchy and I haven't had a ceremony.

Anneliese Adler (Aug 15, 2011 1:53:34 AM)
(ACK! Thought I hit enter)

Cole Rutgar (Aug 15, 2011 1:57:08 AM)
And she -would- notice those shapes, and the odd, almost lifelike movements in the forest. The Black Forest was renowned for liberal uses of the Rite of Haunted Wood. Maggots would rot meat. Food for human consumption scarce. The wyld frayed well... wildly at the edge of reality. Eerie sounds and presences made humans stay in their homes out out of these ancient, looming sentinel trees. The worst of the boogeyman that kept them wide-eyed at night was with her now. Hint of white teeth in the gloom as his lip curled, "Y'all doin' that here?"

Anneliese Adler (Aug 15, 2011 2:01:21 AM)
*she shakes her head and has the hint of a chuckle* No. I don't think so. His pack isn't here, and I want Mark and Aden there. *she rests the lace and fine cotton down in her lap and looks up at him* But then I told him I wanted a ceremony quite a while ago... it might not happen at all.

Cole Rutgar (Aug 15, 2011 2:08:31 AM)
Her lingering statement isn't lost on him. Lids narrow, chin dips, and those hard, gun-metal irises catch the gleam of Luna's rays again. Mouth hardens. Doesn't sugar-coat it, "Yeah. Ain't always a pri-orty," shrugs slow and apathetic. Molasses, "But you makin' that dress. I figger he'll make time."

Anneliese Adler (Aug 15, 2011 2:28:35 AM)
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Cole Rutgar (Aug 15, 2011 2:28:46 AM)
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