sea

I never liked te ocean. I always found it scary, I mused about it many times before, that it is unsettling to look at, to smell, to hear especially. But ever since I started my journey to visit other lands, like my friend from the Far West did, I am proud to say that I have grown to... tolerate its sight, smell and voice for at least a few miles, when I can't take refuge in the shadows of woods or behing the great sand dunes that eastern winds blow. When I cannot walk on roads for fear of being caught by hostile men.

Earcalie yawned, leaning against the low stone wall in front of Celondim's docks. She had no patience for waiting on people and the fisherman going to and fro along the wooden planks stopped being interesting after maybe a couple minutes. There were no ships on the horizon anyway so what was he even fussing about, she had no idea. Even her dog stopped chasing the fisherman's cat, joining her in a synchronized yawn. Well... it was partially her fault for not sending a note to Naergon asking to meet at the docks, instead thinking it would be nice to surprise him.

((continuation of Essenya))

Three summers ago, Mithlond