1 year ago. July 3, 2022 at 2:31 PM
[Act 3 scene 2]
He drew another soft drag on his pipe, contemplating the sleeping town below. His town.
He felt on stage, the moon was so bright.
'Father would be proud of me' he mused to himself.
Another plume drifted lazily off into the night.
4 days by ship to Galendor . . . she should return before the equinox if all goes as planned.
'It is too quiet without her here'
He had yet to receive word of her arrival, he should have by now . . . .
A lonely foreboding began to tug at his heart
The clatter of a carriage trailed off in the distance, down a cobblestone street.
*Moody blues - 'Late lament'