Alekay

Alekay. 

Remember for later: 

OOC: A huge thank you to the player of Reffas for this lovely RP. Feels got tossed into a sack and rustled around.

"Alex."

 My return to Bree is nothing I would have ever expected. I don't know whether to revel in that, memorialize in the excitement and the turn of events that have fallen upon me--or leave. Goodness, there is certainly a part of me wanting to tuck my tail and flee. I am so overwhelmed I cannot sleep; my thoughts channel like the rivers I miss so awfully much. But my sense of wonder is resolute, and I have become attached.  

The sky was covered with bleak grey clouds. Priya sat on a trembling front bench of an old wooden caravan, her head turned to her side and her vacant stare directed over a barren field. Some stray locks of her black hair were dancing in front of her face in the freezing wind. The horse pulling the caravan was old and lazy. So the speed was not that breath-taking. Norman, the one-eared hound, was sitting between Priya’s legs, half-observant half-asleep. Meanwhile Ginger, the auburn-furred hound, was padding briskly beside the horse.  

Written on pages kept in Tuilin's posession the following note is written:

OOC: Inspiration from an unusual RP session that turned out quite impactful lead to this...

“Been scouting Sparrow?” The calm question came from amongst the cluster of trees a little downhill. The woman was still very little inclined to speak long, her brief summary being: “So I was, before anyone else wakes. It wouldn’t be safe to tread the continuing path uninformed. I didn’t like how the village has been practically abandoned. ….I am aware of how you have been watching around the camp, we both know there is worse out there than wolves.” Her voice sounded a little like that was a welcome prospect.

The beginning of a journey was always a hassle.

(Many thanks to Priya for the idea and letting me use it, and to all the role-players whose characters are a part of Alex's life and influenced it.)

After a particularly messy scene involving an ambush by a trio of bandits, Aureliyn and Alex stand in front of a small stream and next to a small pile of ashes.