Lichtenhart
First Post
The little moon, the moon of destiny fades as the sun rises gloriously from the waves and your stolen boat hits the yellow sands of Alsinde.
Five days ago you escaped Hopeless Island.
The enormity of it hits you with the violence of a maul, as you make your first steps on the sand and the first fragrances of spring reach you, carried by the land breeze. Since you passed under the marble arch, you felt as if light, sound and smell had to pass through a thick layer of fog before reaching you. Now instead everything seems more real, more colorful, more alive. Freedom must have finally reached your soul, you realize as laughter fills your throaths.
But as you laugh, you also notice a strange sound, like distant barking. You turn to the north and you see a large white wolf and a grey dog, running towards you. Doubt crosses your minds, but they really are Mzarem and Grey, though they were both left in Karanarr, to the other side of the Middle Sea. And you think no other animal has ever been happier than them.
Mzarem jumps on Saxon, sending him straight down on the shore, and after a deep growl he starts licking his face lovingly.
Grey runs to george and starts running around his legs sending tidal waves of joy through his restored empathic link, then stops in front of him and begins his modulated, almost musical growling that is his togue to speak with his master.
George, you are surprised to understand perfectly waht Grey tries to say, as if you hadn't seen him for hours, rather than months.
- Boss, you're late. We've been waiting for you. Were you swinging the lead? -
You are also one of the few people who has ever had the honor of having a dog snicker at you.
For a brief instant you believe you've seen a little golden medal hanging from Grey's neck, portraying a bird, a dove maybe, but when you made the sesture of reaching it with your hand, it disappears in a wisp of smoke.
And after your senses, your thoughts too becomes clearer. There is something you don't grasp fully about your escape. For example how Mzarem and Grey arrived here. Or why no guard tried to pursue you with a faster ship. Or some other odd particular you noticed while you were on the island and now comes back to your mind with force.
Kur, a smell of freshly baked bread comes from the southwest, and you feel yor mouth water. True food, after all this time!
Five days ago you escaped Hopeless Island.
The enormity of it hits you with the violence of a maul, as you make your first steps on the sand and the first fragrances of spring reach you, carried by the land breeze. Since you passed under the marble arch, you felt as if light, sound and smell had to pass through a thick layer of fog before reaching you. Now instead everything seems more real, more colorful, more alive. Freedom must have finally reached your soul, you realize as laughter fills your throaths.
But as you laugh, you also notice a strange sound, like distant barking. You turn to the north and you see a large white wolf and a grey dog, running towards you. Doubt crosses your minds, but they really are Mzarem and Grey, though they were both left in Karanarr, to the other side of the Middle Sea. And you think no other animal has ever been happier than them.
Mzarem jumps on Saxon, sending him straight down on the shore, and after a deep growl he starts licking his face lovingly.
Grey runs to george and starts running around his legs sending tidal waves of joy through his restored empathic link, then stops in front of him and begins his modulated, almost musical growling that is his togue to speak with his master.
George, you are surprised to understand perfectly waht Grey tries to say, as if you hadn't seen him for hours, rather than months.
- Boss, you're late. We've been waiting for you. Were you swinging the lead? -
You are also one of the few people who has ever had the honor of having a dog snicker at you.
For a brief instant you believe you've seen a little golden medal hanging from Grey's neck, portraying a bird, a dove maybe, but when you made the sesture of reaching it with your hand, it disappears in a wisp of smoke.
And after your senses, your thoughts too becomes clearer. There is something you don't grasp fully about your escape. For example how Mzarem and Grey arrived here. Or why no guard tried to pursue you with a faster ship. Or some other odd particular you noticed while you were on the island and now comes back to your mind with force.
Kur, a smell of freshly baked bread comes from the southwest, and you feel yor mouth water. True food, after all this time!
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