Maybe it's a dream

It took him three days to finish. Tinkering on the quiet project in his down time, when he wasn’t patrolling the Armada borders. He raised it now, and let the light catch the silvery metal and tinted glass. It would have been considered rough craftsmanship in his home, but with the tools he had he knew he could do no better.

He gave the windchime a gentle pat, and packed it lightly in a bag before making his way to the Gorge. It felt right to meet Wren here, in this place that she aspired to own. Making his way down the incline, he picked a spot and set out the hide, before placing a bottle of wine to the side, and a stash of food in the middle. All set, he raised his head and howled to his childhood friend. Once the sound of his call had died out, he lounged on the plush coat, and waited.


"Speech"