OOM: At night by the lake.

[collects_ears]

George is standing by the edge of the lake, wrapped in his traveling cloak. He returned to Milliways this evening but after a quick visit to his room to stash his saddlebags - and coming to the realization that he doesn't feel much like socializing - he slipped unnoticed through the bar and out the back.

Now, watching his breath puff in the chilly air - he feels calm.

Centered.

He breathes in the night air.

Lost in his thoughts.

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[the_lioness]

*Even Alanna would admit that it's sometimes hard to do the right thing. The urge to turn tail and flee strikes everyone at one time or another. Bravery is overcoming that.

That's why she pauses momentarily when she sees George. Mounted bareback on Mithros, she pulls him up and watches one of her oldest and dearest friends, knowing that she's about to hurt him.

It's the right thing to do, but at the moment, it doesn't seem very fair.

She lightly taps her heels against the gelding's side and walks forward.*

Hullo, George.