Author's Note: This is what happens when your character is an insomniac and the environment is gorgeous.
That is all.
Hope you enjoy.
Prompt: Midnight
Gabrielle held the torch as high as she could above her, lighting the way as they traveled farther and farther away from the sleeping town of Whiterun. Faendal made an effort to stay as close to her and the light as possible, but he kept tripping over rocks and his own two feet. She was too excited to notice his multiple face plants into the dirt.
They weren't looking for anything in particular. Gabrielle had insisted on exploring the wilderness at midnight. She simply couldn't resist prowling around at night and seeing the world under the moon. Already they could hear the animals scurrying around on the edge of their torch and see the distant lights of Whiterun and the stars overhead. Gabrielle tripped a few times just from looking up at the night sky for too long.
The moon was especially large and bright tonight and she sighed at the beauty of it. It was comforting to know that, even being so far from home and all that was right and familiar, the moon and the night still felt the same at midnight.