[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]Beside the Cave
                                                                                          [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] Himself 

Calanon took Cyneburg's words at heart and nodded, though it seemed like everyone was set on this plan being executed regardless. The Elf was quite tired and ready for a long night's sleep, or as much as he could accrue. Truthfully he never needed much, but he felt the welcoming weight of sleep pass over his body, so he lay down beside the log he had been eating upon. His head rested upon Brogach's slowly and rhythmically rising and falling stomach. 

He took one last look at the stars as his eyes slowly faded shut. Hands were upon his chest and feet laid out, he wondered then when he would next see his familiar forest. He wondered then when he would next see Safira, the memory of her smile fading in and out of his mind. It was hard to recall sometimes, though when he did it was a welcome sight. Perhaps it was the sleep that made images elude him, or perhaps he knew in his heart that he was not right for her. He faded into sleep.