Syrioh

The shop was silent, empty, and dark when she stepped inside. This was of no concern to her for the hour was late and she was, at heart, a creature of the darkness. Tonight however, it was really rather comforting. After the bright bustle and the hectic merriment of the evening, she needed some peace in which to process all that she had seen and learned.

The scraping a blade against skin echoed throughout Syrioh's room as he slowly shaved off his beard. Each drag of his knife being slow, and methodical. Hair quickly filling the bucket he was using the clean the knife after every stroke. He was preparing himself for what he was setting out to do. What he had to do. He had to find her.

Peering into the glowing embers of the fire, it casting a slow, almost lazy glow into the room, as the flames were growing smaller.Laying comfortably on her side in the bed she was sharing with her husband. Syrioh's arm was as usual draped over her hips, hips still slender even though the bump on her stomach had grown a little bit, just enough to fit in the size of his large palm.

As her life soon was to change, Ellsa sat out back of the home she shared with her husband, Syrioh .Absentmindedly scratching the big dog by her side behind his ears ,she peered out over the lake, remembering their first meeting.

Ellsa would wake up in the tent, as usual, though Syrioh would be outside. As she came out, she would most likely be surprised by the sudden change of venue. They'd be at a beautiful set of ruins, which would overlook rapids and waterfalls. Syrioh would be seen outside the tent, a short distance away shaving, in his usual predictable manner. Though he would be wearing nothing but boots, trousers and his wedding ring. All of his tattoos would be visible, each and every deer, buck, moose, raven, mountain lion clear.