Robert Phoenix
Asthe others went to the shelter, Robert still sat by the fire, gazing dreamily at the stars, the guitar slung around his shoulders. He had listened to the last words with only one ear. Now his mind was wandering.
After a while, fingers started to pluck the guitar's strings, and the melody of Greensleeves rose into the night.
Suddenly he stopped and turned to Gaia with an apologetic look on his face.
"Oh er...I'm sorry. You'll want to sleep..."
Asthe others went to the shelter, Robert still sat by the fire, gazing dreamily at the stars, the guitar slung around his shoulders. He had listened to the last words with only one ear. Now his mind was wandering.
After a while, fingers started to pluck the guitar's strings, and the melody of Greensleeves rose into the night.
Suddenly he stopped and turned to Gaia with an apologetic look on his face.
"Oh er...I'm sorry. You'll want to sleep..."