Gethann

As Geth slept, Aeruthuil sat still in the grass to watch over their makeshift camp. His hood pulled down to his eyes and the bottle clutched in his hands he listens to the animals roaming the area. His eyes opened, looking down at the rings around his fingers reflecting the light of the moon before lifting the bottle back up to his lips for a long sip of his drink. He then closes his eyes a little, letting his mind wander to one the few memories he remembers clearly.

I must admit that I have not written for a long time. Perhaps it was the foolish thought I no longer needed to, or that I have been afraid that someone would ever come to read this.