#niveninmarillanis

[descendantsoffinwe]

"Oh. Okay." Angrod watched her run off... he should probably stay put. The ocean waves caught his eye again and how hard it was not to run to them.

He couldn't help thinking it odd his cousin could get so dirty fishing. Eel fishing, certainly. But couldn't one just sit on the dock with a pole? He didn't know her that much--he had far too many cousins.

Try as he might, he couldn't resist ambling down the beach to the dark line of sand. He sat so the tide could wash over the gash in his leg. The motion felt so soothing he laid back on the sand, eyes closed against the sun.

“Agarato, you’re bleeding.” Niveien for Anga? @niveien-marillanis

"It'll stop soon. If it bothers you don't look at it." Angrod pressed his bunched up shirt to the cut along his shin, he wanted to call for his brother, but Finrod had, of course, gone off on his own again.