He had lived a quiet life, lurking in Nerine...to be honest he wasn't sure the new ruler even knew he lived there. Sometimes he misses Sylva, but Mary wasn't there anymore...he had lived in Nerine for nearly all of his life, yet he feels like his roots were deepest in Sylva.
But with all his doubts, he still stays. Truthfully, he knows why he stays....the few chances he gets to see his childhood friend...he holds much higher hopes for "them" rather than the truth, which is no hope.
He quietly travels through Nerine, close to the border. Perhaps a chance to find someone new who is lurking to close to the border. Instead he finds a familiar face, the pale girl speckled in pink.
He comes to a halt, his eyes remaining on her. He watches as she leans against a rock, she seems lost in her own thoughts. He debates moving forward with his travels, but when she turns around he figures his position was given away.
Eurwen! He calls out as he casually makes his way over to her. The island growing chilly in the fall season. How are you? It's been a while. He says as he grows closer to her. It certainly had been some time since he had seen her last, he has had a child who is now grown and off....but he takes note of the body that Eurwen had matured into.
[corban]
@[Eurwen]
