[ Ashura comes up to the ancient elf, his boots making no sound as he walked, his skin itching as he tried to access his power and could not. Like Galadriel and many magic users, it bothered him not to have access to it though he had felt it before.
He took a seat beside her, offering her some of his dried fruit. ]
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He took a seat beside her, offering her some of his dried fruit. ]
A small treat.