Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160701214926/@comment-25126355-20160704005515

Anariel entered the gardens where her husband was resting. Leaving him alone for too long did not usually end well. He'd brood too much. Approaching him softly, she placed a hand on his shoulder. Her other hand held a porcelain cup of soothing herbal tea.

"Tandil... Here, drink this." She said, offering a gentle smile. Her ladies all remained at the entrance to the garden, far enough away that they remained unseen and unheard.