He stepped from the pitch that had been his world for the past few hundred years. It had been years, hadn?t it? He was no longer sure. He had aged while he was there, and that was the only means by which he could count the time. He would soon enough find out how long he had been gone.
He felt the pitch, the ebon darkness, his home, close behind him. It would be soon enough that he returned there, but that mattered little. He now carried it with him? in thirteen ebon black jewels, and a sword that had come to be part of him.
He stood there, a moment, atop the place that was his brother?s home, the pinnacle of the chain of islands that made up the Emerald Isles? atop the Pearl. There was a different feel to the land around him. One of destruction, of decay? one of rebirth. So the war was over. It was good enough, for he had his own war to tend with while he was away. That would be something which he would have to discuss with the Younger.
The land writhed under his foot, flooding him with the information that he sought and the winds assailed him blasting him with the recent news. So the Younger had, for the most part, lost his wife, and the daughter had left the lands. The Lady d?Nitesong had feel into disarray, but has just recently found her strength again, and? there was a new family member amongst them.
There, too, was another scent to the winds? their sister. It would seem that the Younger had been up to more than seemed. Yes, there was much to discuss concerning matters, both with and about him.
He felt the pitch, the ebon darkness, his home, close behind him. It would be soon enough that he returned there, but that mattered little. He now carried it with him? in thirteen ebon black jewels, and a sword that had come to be part of him.
He stood there, a moment, atop the place that was his brother?s home, the pinnacle of the chain of islands that made up the Emerald Isles? atop the Pearl. There was a different feel to the land around him. One of destruction, of decay? one of rebirth. So the war was over. It was good enough, for he had his own war to tend with while he was away. That would be something which he would have to discuss with the Younger.
The land writhed under his foot, flooding him with the information that he sought and the winds assailed him blasting him with the recent news. So the Younger had, for the most part, lost his wife, and the daughter had left the lands. The Lady d?Nitesong had feel into disarray, but has just recently found her strength again, and? there was a new family member amongst them.
There, too, was another scent to the winds? their sister. It would seem that the Younger had been up to more than seemed. Yes, there was much to discuss concerning matters, both with and about him.