Shawn Daysleeper
After having served breakfast to his king, kin, and the newcomer dwarf, Nole cleans up the kitchen. His company had departed, and he was alone. He left the kitchen and entered the empty hallway. Despite the presence of his king and a few others, the castle is nearly always silent. There is no singing or conversation in Alqualonde, save for that of the waves which are not that far distant. He feels lonely at times like this.
After a moment, he shook his head. "I have learnt a lot at this meal. The Dwarf mentioned she was going to the Grey Havens. Also there are others that notice the missing Morning Star."
He means to consult his navigation charts when he returns home, but his mental map of the seas is quite detailed. He is familiar with the routes to neighbouring countries. Sylvhara in particular. He remembers the day that his king insisted on sailing there only to meet the light spirit on the docks. "In those bitter days leading up to the ritual," he recalls.
Despite his young age, Nole has already seen a lot of his world. He has endured the hardship of seeing his king suffer. He remembers the pain, the scars on his body. He quickly removes himself from those thoughts.
He goes to the balcony at the end of the hall, the sea breeze washes through his hair and the voice of the sea echoes over the empty marketplace.
He looks out over the waves, for he decided a while ago he would keep an eye on the harbour. The arrival of the newcomer was enjoyable, and he hopes to meet others that found their way here, if only to keep his thoughts from dwelling too much on the past.
After a moment, he shook his head. "I have learnt a lot at this meal. The Dwarf mentioned she was going to the Grey Havens. Also there are others that notice the missing Morning Star."
He means to consult his navigation charts when he returns home, but his mental map of the seas is quite detailed. He is familiar with the routes to neighbouring countries. Sylvhara in particular. He remembers the day that his king insisted on sailing there only to meet the light spirit on the docks. "In those bitter days leading up to the ritual," he recalls.
Despite his young age, Nole has already seen a lot of his world. He has endured the hardship of seeing his king suffer. He remembers the pain, the scars on his body. He quickly removes himself from those thoughts.
He goes to the balcony at the end of the hall, the sea breeze washes through his hair and the voice of the sea echoes over the empty marketplace.He looks out over the waves, for he decided a while ago he would keep an eye on the harbour. The arrival of the newcomer was enjoyable, and he hopes to meet others that found their way here, if only to keep his thoughts from dwelling too much on the past.