Post by Senion Boh on Feb 28, 2008 15:41:24 GMT -5
Senion stood before the grand entrance of what he knew to be Avaren. His cloak billowed in the wind of this cool mourning breeze and it did little to keep the bite of it out. The sun was just rising and there were already people out and attending their business. Senion had heard tales of Avaren and even heard that he was born here but had never seen anything of its like. The only reason he returned is that he was told he could find work within these walls. He thought about his parents and all those years past tat he had seen their faces. His parents were always dirty and always in a bad mood but Senion couldn't help but think how much they cared for him. After all they did sacrifice their lives for his.
The whip and snap of his cloak brought him back to the here and now as the wind picked up and shifted directions. He clutched his cloak closer to keep it from flying around. His hood dropped a bit lower but he could still see the path infront of him as he advanced forward into what would be his new home.
The whip and snap of his cloak brought him back to the here and now as the wind picked up and shifted directions. He clutched his cloak closer to keep it from flying around. His hood dropped a bit lower but he could still see the path infront of him as he advanced forward into what would be his new home.