Campfires and shadow puppets

she's a falling star burning in the night,
a shimmer on the water in a river of moonlight

After a long day the sun had finally set and gone to bed. The darkness of night came rushing in quickly, bringing the stars and moon along with it. While most of the wood elves, aside from the guards patrolling their territory, went to bed at night, the moon elf truly came to life during this time. She felt like all her energy returned when she could feel the moonlight hit her pale skin. This time of day truly was like no other.

The day had only just disappeared, night was still only in its beginning. Many of the tribe were still awake, enjoying the aftermaths of their dinner. The dark-haired elf wandered through the small groups with a gentle smile on her face, every so often stating a soft 'hello'. In a more distant spot she sat down near tall trees that reached up to the sky. It would be perfect for making shadow figures. If only she had some fire. The wood for a campfire was already there but the fire was still very much absent. Quickly she went back to the house where she found two firestones. With an almost determined look on her face she sat down once more near the wood. The only problem was that Nimue had never been very skilled at starting fires on her own. It wasn't really her.. forté. She tried, to no avail, but she tried nonetheless. And perhaps she hoped for someone to aid her in her struggling.

Gown

& Caer, Aelisia, Elenwë <3

Night had fallen, leaving the town dappled in moonlight, shimmering through the canopy overhead. Many of Wealdstone's residents were preparing for the night, slowly retreating to their houses. Elenwë loved being up at this hour, often offering to take night shifts because her magic seemed to have an extra spark to it under the light of the moon.

Tonight the golden-haired elf was not on guarding duty but taking a stroll through the town in her own time. In a few days, she would be heading to Falerien for a week. While she loved spending her time there, it was always a delight to return to Wealdstone after. To be amongst her kin.

Elenwë had no destination in mind as she wandered the streets, so when she saw someone struggling to light their campfire, she stopped in her tracks and approached the other elf. Getting a better view of her, she recognized her as Nimue, one of the few other moon elves in Wealdstone. "Do you want some help with that?" she asked. It would be no trouble, considering she regularly had to light fires on her duty at Falerien.

Oh who decides from where up high, I couldn't say I need more time