Beneath the gleaming stars, the elf kneels by the river, his keen eyes ever watchful of the gloom beyond the distant shore. Cupping his hands, he dips them into the sweet waters, bringing the draught to his lips. The muscles above his jaw tighten as his ears prick up… but it is only the sound of the breeze stirring a leaf or two.
He had feared hearing the hooves of the dread Rider, but no phantoms haunt the gloaming or block the beauty of the silver stars. Still, he would hasten back to his kindred by the Waters of Awakening.
Chapter End Notes:
Written 2.13.06 for Open Scroll Archive's Drabble Challenge – write a 100 word piece using the words "silver," "leaf," and "river."