[Rhode doesn't reach out to take his hand or give him contact or comfort at all. If she were him she wouldn't want comfort, she'd want to kill everyone. She'd want blood. And so she walks along the cobbles, kicking aside leaves and stopping in front of a dried, ornate fountain--There are lanterns around the plaza, and she wanders to each, seeing if her candle will light it.]
[It works for most of them, and the effect is beautiful, ethereal. The way only elves could craft.]
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Date: 2011-03-08 10:05 pm (UTC)[It works for most of them, and the effect is beautiful, ethereal. The way only elves could craft.]