Timestamp: Day 5 of Winter
Location: The Edge of the World
Txurtsum felt the cold snow beneath his feet as be walked throughout Wind Reach. It had snowed just the day before, and Txurtsum had a feeling it was going to be a bad winter. "Its only the fifth day of winter and we already got a storm," he thought to himself. As he made his way towards the Egde, he suddenly grew sadder. The Edge was the last place he saw his father, and today was the day that he always went there. When he made it, it was abnormally quite. He moved towards the wall and stood there. As some of his better memory's of his father came to him he stood there, looking at the spot he waited for his father to return, just 4 years ago. He moved towards the spot, it was a stone seat and it was not changed throughout the years. He sat in it, holding on to his emotions.
He glanced around and checked to see if anybody was around. Nope. He stood and leaned against a stone wall, and starred off into the distance. In his mind he thought "This will be my last winter here, I think." Ever since he was young he wanted to go see other city's, yet the opportunity hasn't arisen. He does not wish to go alone and has waited for a group of travelers to tag along with, yet none seem available. A silence set over the edge, one he had never been presented with. It was only for a few brief seconds till the sound started again, with an eagle fly over head and it seemed to trigger all the sounds from the city at once, but he liked it. It seemed as if time itself had stopped, and it made Txurstum smile.