< Prev Alqualondë
Many years and memories have passed....after travels and explorations....the grand-daughter of King Olwe and her mute vulture Frances sail from the dark lands towards the island of her birthright. Upon docking the shores, Fi steps out onto the quiet decking. The bustling harbor she remembers from her youth is replaced by empty ships, abandoned crates, and an eerie stillness. Fi walks carefully to the market, and upon seeing it is also abandoned, takes it upon herself to change from her sea-worn rags into a fancy gown just laying around in a merchant stall. She makes a mental note to pay that merchant next time she sees them. Grinning and full of anxiety she walks up to the palace, eager to greet the family she hasnt seen since her early childhood...only to find the palace is also empty. She remembers the palace well and climbs the stairs to her grandfather's personal study. She turns to Frances and smirks "He will be back sometime, Im sure of it. For now we rest and eat and make ourselves comfy in Papa Olwes luxurious dwelling eh? *Frances the mute vulture blinks* Thatta boy Frances." She reclines on her grandfathers lounge and closes her eyes....
Many years and memories have passed....after travels and explorations....the grand-daughter of King Olwe and her mute vulture Frances sail from the dark lands towards the island of her birthright. Upon docking the shores, Fi steps out onto the quiet decking. The bustling harbor she remembers from her youth is replaced by empty ships, abandoned crates, and an eerie stillness. Fi walks carefully to the market, and upon seeing it is also abandoned, takes it upon herself to change from her sea-worn rags into a fancy gown just laying around in a merchant stall. She makes a mental note to pay that merchant next time she sees them. Grinning and full of anxiety she walks up to the palace, eager to greet the family she hasnt seen since her early childhood...only to find the palace is also empty. She remembers the palace well and climbs the stairs to her grandfather's personal study. She turns to Frances and smirks "He will be back sometime, Im sure of it. For now we rest and eat and make ourselves comfy in Papa Olwes luxurious dwelling eh? *Frances the mute vulture blinks* Thatta boy Frances." She reclines on her grandfathers lounge and closes her eyes....
