Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140222014010/@comment-11457306-20140301013824

There was a small table and chair in the room. Torene's pack sat upon it and she could see that someone, probably Makoru, had left a blood tonic there also. She sat in the chair and pulled out her equipment and ingredients and began to mix up the same potion she had instructed Anwen to make before, only without the ingredient which would make her sleep this time. She had no doubt she could go back to sleep without it--and she wanted to speak with Mak before she did, if she could find him. Shortly she had it made up and she drank it down. Then she rose shakily and went to pull the door open. The sight that met her eyes was straight from a dream. She walked out on the landing.

Treetops glistened in the moonlight. Glowing insects dotted the darkness with sparkling lights, like small floating stars. She was aware of the sound of distant water falling somewhere and the tinkle of some musical instrument seemed to blend into it. The scent of green living things and the sweetness of nightblooming plants filled the air. She knew instantly where she was. A Treethane in Valenwood. Daithi must have brought them here, to his home. It was beautiful, breathtakingly so. She walked to the edge of the landing and placed both hands on the rail and soaked in the night's beauty.