14 Winter, 512
Ezra looked around the Wildlands with a new freshness about him. He had finally made a few friends and was about on his way north to Ravok the Floating island of Love and compassion. Though he had heard many stories that the image of love and compassion was only a mask for the betrayal and corruption lurking in its depths.
Ezra had always been curious to how the city floating on water, and what it may feel like to walk on top of It's deep depths, even if there was land in between.
He pulled his backpack over his shoulder, his hair swaying across his forehead, sometimes into his eyes because of the dull wind.
It was pretty cold out lately and his coat was just enough to keep him from freezing.
He shoved his hands inside of his pockets to keep them from being bitten by the cold. He liked the cold but once he cant feel his hands is when he draws the line.
He had checked his bag multiple times to make sure he had everything for his journey, crossing off a mental checklist. Once he was sure he had everything packed and ready to go, he set off, walking in the direction of the beautiful floating island.