Arcangar

Taking a moment to herself, Lusseriel was perched on the city wall, her back against one wall, her backpack next to her, rabbit somewhere nearby, probably munching on something or other that’ll bring trouble, Lusseriel was quite sure.

She was quite angry still.

Lusseriel was sitting near the water in the little gondorian town of Morlad, enjoying the sun. They had just gotten back in the town, and she decided to give some care to her notebook that she had very pointedly ignored for a little while.

So there she was, sitting with her back to a tree, in front of the water, under the somewhat suspicious eyes of the town guards.

Lusseriel was sitting between two tents in the small camp of the rohirrim. She looked weary, as she was trying to just stay sitting as the rohirrim healer applied a suture and bandage to a small but annoying and bleeding wound on her side. She looked at her ankle that was slowly turning a not so fetching shade of purple and sighed.

Lusseriel was sitting on the branch of a tall tree, her bag tied to another branch near her. Her notebook was on her laps, and she felt lucky it was a clear night that day.

“Today was… It was.

Lusseriel was sitting near the fire and trying to enjoy the peace of the night and the sound of the fire nearby, a sound and scent that stayed a comfort through the years. The sky was clear, the rain had finished falling some time ago and in the sky the moon was brightly shining.

Lusseriel was sitting near a fire in a village of Dunland, her favorite weapon on her laps and her notebook over it. She clearly didn’t feel at ease leaving her guard down in this area.

Keeping her attention to what she could hear around her, she nevertheless started to write :

Lusseriel was sitting against a tree, near the village of Llanuch. The sun was slowly setting, and she was enjoying the brisk air and light wind. She had no plan whatsoever to enter Llanuch before it became necessary.

Once the sun was set, she turned her attention back to the journal on her laps and started to write :

Lusseriel was sitting on the ground near Radanir, in the grove of trees. She was looking thoughtful as she used the bit of time she had on her hands to open her journal.

"Today with met with Candaith in that same grove I'm in now, in front of Lhanuch.

Lusseriel was sitting on the floor against a full bookshelf, she was enjoying the sound of the conversations around. For once things were calm...

She picked up her journal, and started writing the date.