Millitimed to Jun. 16

[still_golden]

As the evening wears on, Jen takes a moment to wander outside.

She never came here much, not as much as Paul and Kim, and she's not sure she'll be coming back much, either.

It's pleasant out here, in the fading light, and she's smiling. That happens so much more, now.

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[still_golden]

"I suppose that's true."

She glances away for a moment, quiet.

Finally -- "And what of you? Where have you gone, now that you are masterless?"

Now that he's released of so much.

[wolflord_andain]

"I have spent time with my father, which you already knew, I believe."

She has seen him brought low. In other days that would have meant her death.

Now--now it is nothing like that at all.

"And as for the rest--I gave my word to see a man and his kin kept safe. I doubt I shall return to Fionavar before I see that finished, however long that may be."

[still_golden]

"I see."

Jennifer still does not trust Galadan, but he does seem to be a being of his word.

[wolflord_andain]

Galadan merely watches her a moment more, winter-grey eyes calm and steady, mouth curving so very faintly.

"Well you might, Jennifer Lowell, I will not gainsay it. I have not the right."

He pauses, then.

"But I do wish you joy, and what peace you may find outside the bounds even my brother knows."

The Wolflord bows then, deep and graceful and sure, stepping back and away before fading into the forest.

There is nothing for him here, now, and his business elsewhere is not yet finished.

There will be other days.

There always are.

[still_golden]

She watches him disappear, and sighs when he's out of sight.

Soft -- "If there's peace to be had, wolflord, I wish you it."

Perhaps he could hear it.

After a moment, she turns and moves back into the light and warmth of the bar.