Oschon's Torch, Lower La Noscea
I am a day late for my scheduled return to the new city I love, but I'm sure the powers that be won't begrudge me for bearing witness to a series of changing skies, soft pink in the evening, and a touching sylphan hue seeping in slowly when light approaches... so intent are they on their ruthless chugging through the waters that they never even look up. Well, I will appreciate the Knights' lovely land and their lonely La Noscean residents for them.Â
I run the risk of stereotyping, of course (though what would the world be without it?), but beneath that gruffness of the Roegadyn race - those imposing rock walls - is a strong rook of a heart. In my brief occupancy of the tall grasses of Oschon's Torch, for the purpose of rumination and sky-watching, I have become deeply acquainted with and fond of Rostnzeh, an individual of remarkable sentiment, though he would claim otherwise (to both that remark on his sentiment and my claim of intimacy). I have gathered wild flowers on his behalf and delivered him more than two lunches from the docks; he has, in return, rewarded me with a companionable silence and protection from jackals during a rather unprecedented afternoon nap.Â
In fact, my heart was so much moved that I offered to date the sad and solitary Rostnzeh. Of course this was meant in jest, though that did not prevent the blush from creeping into gray Roegadyn skin. What a dear he is... we will miss each other's company out here where nobody and everything is. There he stands, looking off into the distance, pondering about Ghimthota. I will tell him a final joke or tale before I return to Lominsa.Â
I am a day late for my scheduled return to the new city I love, but I'm sure the powers that be won't begrudge me for bearing witness to a series of changing skies, soft pink in the evening, and a touching sylphan hue seeping in slowly when light approaches... so intent are they on their ruthless chugging through the waters that they never even look up. Well, I will appreciate the Knights' lovely land and their lonely La Noscean residents for them.Â
I run the risk of stereotyping, of course (though what would the world be without it?), but beneath that gruffness of the Roegadyn race - those imposing rock walls - is a strong rook of a heart. In my brief occupancy of the tall grasses of Oschon's Torch, for the purpose of rumination and sky-watching, I have become deeply acquainted with and fond of Rostnzeh, an individual of remarkable sentiment, though he would claim otherwise (to both that remark on his sentiment and my claim of intimacy). I have gathered wild flowers on his behalf and delivered him more than two lunches from the docks; he has, in return, rewarded me with a companionable silence and protection from jackals during a rather unprecedented afternoon nap.Â
In fact, my heart was so much moved that I offered to date the sad and solitary Rostnzeh. Of course this was meant in jest, though that did not prevent the blush from creeping into gray Roegadyn skin. What a dear he is... we will miss each other's company out here where nobody and everything is. There he stands, looking off into the distance, pondering about Ghimthota. I will tell him a final joke or tale before I return to Lominsa.Â
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