Timestamp: 30th of Summer, 511 AV
Location: The Trough
Purpose: Preparing to see the family
Status: Open
Once Nightwind was properly watered, groomed and fed, the young Denusk made his way straight to The Trough to slake a raging thirst. He walked to the bar with sure steps, making almost no sound.
"Mead." He ordered in a quiet voice, rough and dry as the sand. Dark brown curls clung to the back of his neck and he was coated in travel dust. His light amber eyes nearly matched the drink. Three days and two nights of riding takes a toll.
The cool mug reached his hand with practiced ease and he nodded gratefully at the bartender. Bolden took a long draught and closed his eyes as he swallowed. He finished quickly with a relieved sigh and told the man to keep 'em coming.
His dark blue tunic looked dun colored from the desert though its quality was still evident. The young man leaned his arms over the bar and took measure of the place tonight.
A small group of men appeared to be celebrating a fresh looking Windmark on a boy's back and they smiled proudly. Bolden was too tired to think of who they were.
Six years away and so many people have changed drastically. The grief of Ay'vala's passing caught at him, still. He shook his head, almost horse-like as if trying to rid himself of the memory as he would sand flies.
He took another long drink to soothe his throat.
' I'm not a little boy anymore. I'm 19 and I'm long overdue to face my family again. Maybe even find a wife or two.'
Bolden cradled the mead in both hands and got lost in thought of the potential family meeting.
Location: The Trough
Purpose: Preparing to see the family
Status: Open
Once Nightwind was properly watered, groomed and fed, the young Denusk made his way straight to The Trough to slake a raging thirst. He walked to the bar with sure steps, making almost no sound.
"Mead." He ordered in a quiet voice, rough and dry as the sand. Dark brown curls clung to the back of his neck and he was coated in travel dust. His light amber eyes nearly matched the drink. Three days and two nights of riding takes a toll.
The cool mug reached his hand with practiced ease and he nodded gratefully at the bartender. Bolden took a long draught and closed his eyes as he swallowed. He finished quickly with a relieved sigh and told the man to keep 'em coming.
His dark blue tunic looked dun colored from the desert though its quality was still evident. The young man leaned his arms over the bar and took measure of the place tonight.
A small group of men appeared to be celebrating a fresh looking Windmark on a boy's back and they smiled proudly. Bolden was too tired to think of who they were.
Six years away and so many people have changed drastically. The grief of Ay'vala's passing caught at him, still. He shook his head, almost horse-like as if trying to rid himself of the memory as he would sand flies.
He took another long drink to soothe his throat.
' I'm not a little boy anymore. I'm 19 and I'm long overdue to face my family again. Maybe even find a wife or two.'
Bolden cradled the mead in both hands and got lost in thought of the potential family meeting.