Khadulau
01-10-14, 11:11 PM
(Closed until story gets more underway)
The frost flows from my mouth as I stare out the two foot window on the side of this simple house. The chill of the outside air gently being pulled into my abode; while the warmth of a crackling fireplace slows it's entrance, and embraces me from behind. I see the cottage across the way; their smoke stack just beginning to billow. No doubt Lady Riveira is preparing her first loaves for the day. It's a good thing; I know my hunger will have fully kicked in by lunch. It always does. After all, hours of hammering metal into sharp weapons no doubt drain a man's energy.
As I raise the cup in my hands to my lips, the soft brush of warmth from the steam rising off the liquid steals away the morning air's cold touch on my face. The variances in temperatures is smoothing sensation to my mind. All I need to get lost in thought. Thoughts about Tirel, the simple harbor town I know so well. In fact the only town I've ever known. Everything else I know of the world, only from stories and tales, of travelers passing through. I can't help but think of it nowadays. An entire world I've never known, and probably never will. The great city of Knife's Edge, the island nation of Corone, and the incredible creations of Alerar. And, of coarse, my mother's homeland, Raiaera. A land where magic is in the very air, and beauty is at every point of compass. All stories to me, but I dream of them. Like now, my heart longs to see the beauty I've only heard about.
But I have to stop! I have a mother to think of, and more immediately concerning I have a forge I need to start. I remove myself from staring out the window. I clutch my coat from the tabletop near the door. Thrusting it over my shoulders, I step outside and the full force of the chilling air hits me. If it weren't for this fur coat, I'd freeze for sure.
I walk down a small corridor behind my house, not more then 500 yards.
The frost flows from my mouth as I stare out the two foot window on the side of this simple house. The chill of the outside air gently being pulled into my abode; while the warmth of a crackling fireplace slows it's entrance, and embraces me from behind. I see the cottage across the way; their smoke stack just beginning to billow. No doubt Lady Riveira is preparing her first loaves for the day. It's a good thing; I know my hunger will have fully kicked in by lunch. It always does. After all, hours of hammering metal into sharp weapons no doubt drain a man's energy.
As I raise the cup in my hands to my lips, the soft brush of warmth from the steam rising off the liquid steals away the morning air's cold touch on my face. The variances in temperatures is smoothing sensation to my mind. All I need to get lost in thought. Thoughts about Tirel, the simple harbor town I know so well. In fact the only town I've ever known. Everything else I know of the world, only from stories and tales, of travelers passing through. I can't help but think of it nowadays. An entire world I've never known, and probably never will. The great city of Knife's Edge, the island nation of Corone, and the incredible creations of Alerar. And, of coarse, my mother's homeland, Raiaera. A land where magic is in the very air, and beauty is at every point of compass. All stories to me, but I dream of them. Like now, my heart longs to see the beauty I've only heard about.
But I have to stop! I have a mother to think of, and more immediately concerning I have a forge I need to start. I remove myself from staring out the window. I clutch my coat from the tabletop near the door. Thrusting it over my shoulders, I step outside and the full force of the chilling air hits me. If it weren't for this fur coat, I'd freeze for sure.
I walk down a small corridor behind my house, not more then 500 yards.