12th of Winter 515
The sun wasn’t up yet as Namorin his way through the streets of Riverfall. He was bundled against the cold. They city was cold but for some reasons it seemed less cold this morning. No warm by any means just less cold, and something about that was setting Namorin on edged. Charlain was vaguely aware of Namorin’s nerves but was only half awake. Charlain wasn’t a morning person.
The tall Akalak walked purposefully towards the southern edge of the city were Zulrav’s tower stood. He regularly visited the tower to Zulran’s usually in the morning hours before he worked out and went into the jewelry shop for the day’s work. The trip was relatively calm as Namorin walked, but something was still nagging in the back of his head. What was so different about this morning. He had awaken naturally and refreshed from his sleep. His one room house in the Kuahala Estates wasn’t any luxurious, but it was his home and he was comfortable sleeping there.
’There isn’t any wind this morning. Charlain mumbled drowsily having noticed that their hearing was being assaulted by the constant buzz of the wind talking to them. Namorin stopped in the middle of the road and paid attention. Charlain was correct there wasn’t even a breeze, which was fairly strange for Riverfall with it sitting next to the sea. The golden eyes looked around wondering what was going on. Usually there was at least a gentle breeze, but not today.
His golden eyes still narrowed Namorin resumed his walk, actually at this point he turned it into a jog. He was feeling the need to get to the tower. He debated about going into the tower or going on top of the tower, and decided that he want to be closer to the wind this morning. He could feel the blood flowing through his body quicker as he jogged down the street. He kept his breathing constant as he ran his gaze fixed on the road ahead of him so that he didn’t find any surprises in the road as he ran. At that moment he dodged around slightly raised cobble to avoid being tripped.
Soon he could see the tower rising about Riverfall but that didn’t slow down his pace as he continued towards the tower. There were two ways into the tower. One was the exterior stair case for anyone to use that led to the top of the tower and allowed those who weren’t Stormwardens to wander up to the top. The second entrance was secret and only for the Sotrmwardens themselves. Namorin could use either of these but choose on this day to take the public stairs. As he approached the stairs he didn’t slow his job, but in true Akalak fashion ran up the stairs towards the tops.
His body had been doing okay with the jog, even with the cold morning air, but his muscle began to protest a bit as he jogged up the stairs. His lungs were also beging to question his decision, but Namorin knew that he would be fine especially since he would stop and rest at the top for a while as he prayed and meditated. Charlain was awake now, it was impossible for him to stay asleep as the blood began to flow. He approved the jogging though. Rarely did the two different on efforts to improve their body and health. It was what to do with the rest of their time that they fought over what to do.
Namorin briefly wondered how many steps there were in up to the tower, and got a response from Charlain as to the actual total. He wasn’t surprised to know that find out that Charlain actually knew the quantity of steps. Namorin didn’t really respond as his focus was on safely putting on foot in front of the other. Falling off the steps at this point would be very dangerous is not possible deadly. The steps were well traveled though so he safely traveled up to the top of the steps. Once he was up there he walked around the edge as he brought his breath under control. He breathed in and out trying to restore his breath to normal. It was while he was up there that he felt the first breeze he had felt all morning. As the breeze touched his check Namorin smiled and Charlain muttered ‘About time’. Breezes didn’t follow him like they did Ackran, but he was used to always sensing their presences.
Word Count 759/9075
The sun wasn’t up yet as Namorin his way through the streets of Riverfall. He was bundled against the cold. They city was cold but for some reasons it seemed less cold this morning. No warm by any means just less cold, and something about that was setting Namorin on edged. Charlain was vaguely aware of Namorin’s nerves but was only half awake. Charlain wasn’t a morning person.
The tall Akalak walked purposefully towards the southern edge of the city were Zulrav’s tower stood. He regularly visited the tower to Zulran’s usually in the morning hours before he worked out and went into the jewelry shop for the day’s work. The trip was relatively calm as Namorin walked, but something was still nagging in the back of his head. What was so different about this morning. He had awaken naturally and refreshed from his sleep. His one room house in the Kuahala Estates wasn’t any luxurious, but it was his home and he was comfortable sleeping there.
’There isn’t any wind this morning. Charlain mumbled drowsily having noticed that their hearing was being assaulted by the constant buzz of the wind talking to them. Namorin stopped in the middle of the road and paid attention. Charlain was correct there wasn’t even a breeze, which was fairly strange for Riverfall with it sitting next to the sea. The golden eyes looked around wondering what was going on. Usually there was at least a gentle breeze, but not today.
His golden eyes still narrowed Namorin resumed his walk, actually at this point he turned it into a jog. He was feeling the need to get to the tower. He debated about going into the tower or going on top of the tower, and decided that he want to be closer to the wind this morning. He could feel the blood flowing through his body quicker as he jogged down the street. He kept his breathing constant as he ran his gaze fixed on the road ahead of him so that he didn’t find any surprises in the road as he ran. At that moment he dodged around slightly raised cobble to avoid being tripped.
Soon he could see the tower rising about Riverfall but that didn’t slow down his pace as he continued towards the tower. There were two ways into the tower. One was the exterior stair case for anyone to use that led to the top of the tower and allowed those who weren’t Stormwardens to wander up to the top. The second entrance was secret and only for the Sotrmwardens themselves. Namorin could use either of these but choose on this day to take the public stairs. As he approached the stairs he didn’t slow his job, but in true Akalak fashion ran up the stairs towards the tops.
His body had been doing okay with the jog, even with the cold morning air, but his muscle began to protest a bit as he jogged up the stairs. His lungs were also beging to question his decision, but Namorin knew that he would be fine especially since he would stop and rest at the top for a while as he prayed and meditated. Charlain was awake now, it was impossible for him to stay asleep as the blood began to flow. He approved the jogging though. Rarely did the two different on efforts to improve their body and health. It was what to do with the rest of their time that they fought over what to do.
Namorin briefly wondered how many steps there were in up to the tower, and got a response from Charlain as to the actual total. He wasn’t surprised to know that find out that Charlain actually knew the quantity of steps. Namorin didn’t really respond as his focus was on safely putting on foot in front of the other. Falling off the steps at this point would be very dangerous is not possible deadly. The steps were well traveled though so he safely traveled up to the top of the steps. Once he was up there he walked around the edge as he brought his breath under control. He breathed in and out trying to restore his breath to normal. It was while he was up there that he felt the first breeze he had felt all morning. As the breeze touched his check Namorin smiled and Charlain muttered ‘About time’. Breezes didn’t follow him like they did Ackran, but he was used to always sensing their presences.
Word Count 759/9075
Life's a storm. Ride it.