![]() Timestamp: 22nd Day of Fall, 511 A.V. Location: Wind Reach, The Courtyard of the Sky Purpose: Lost. The unsettling feeling crept into Jameson’s chest once more. This time there was no denying it: He was lost. The man at the gate had been kind enough, he supposed. Kind enough to welcome him into Wind Reach and urge him in the right direction. Jameson put a hand to his forehead as he sighed, pushing back his dark honey-hued hair. The cool autumn weather would soon urge him to let his fair and facial hair grow out a bit. It never seemed to promote warmth, but it seemed like a legitimate excuse to let it go unkempt for a while. As he walked on, keeping to himself so as not to stir up direction, he tried to recall the directions the Gatekeeper had given him. The details escaped him. With a disheartened sigh, he made his way up to what he didn’t recognize to be Courtyard. Amused by his surroundings, he squinted, peering through the weak lens of his right eye in a feeble attempt to further inspect his whereabouts. The Valintar certainly wouldn’t be found here, though Jameson felt it was certainly time for a break. He walked across the Courtyard to find himself a seat, where he rested his head in his hands, and his elbows on his knees. He was tired from his journey. What was he thinking, anyway, in coming to Wind Reach? What did he honestly expect to find? Knowledge. Of what? The meek smile of his mother’s face haunted the insides of his eyelids, projected from his mind’s eye. It was his only real hope of ever seeing her again. Whenever he needed a push in the right direction, she was there, her smile encouraging him. That was all it took. He lifted his head and breathed in the strange scents of the brisk mountain air. Just a short break before backtracking to find the Valintar. |