Winter515 65th of 92nd
Having a seasons worth of food is good to have. Especially when you have had cooked some in the morning. Though, time had passed and ticks turned into chimes. And, chimes turned into Bells. Leaving the two alone. It was near the afternoon as the two conversed about their cultures. Interesting it was to find more about Jade and her living style(s). Ferrin set his afternoon cup of tea on the counter that rested near the water basin. Ready to be cleaned. Though, Ferrin had all day to be able to do such a thing.
"So, Jade. I've been thinking that we could take a visit out to some shops down a few blocks. Perhaps we can get each other a few things to settle upon. And perhaps not be so... Bored?"The Kenashian was glad to have Jade around. Without knowing a lot of people whom lived within the Traveler's Row, it had gotten pretty lonely.
Ferrin decided that he could do something special for the Drykas woman. Whom had treated him so kindly. Though, Ferrin had already payed at least enough respect for his hospitality towards Jade. But, doing things for others relinquishes good respect back from that other person."How does that sound Jade? Good?"Ferrin hoped so.
The man was lost in thought as he thought about his family. Thinking of them has had been slightly different. The abstratical thoughts were deep through his nexus. He wanted to think of glorious moments with them. And not those which were of bad memory. Though, there are memories where he had those fun times with his siblings and parents. Time slowly ticked by, tick after tick it seemed. Soon, ticks turned into chimes. And Ferrin had forgotten where he had been.
Though, he knew where exactly where he was. The Traveler's Row. And not Kenash. How long had it been since he had left his home? A few seasons now? It was mid summer when the man had ventured into this city. Known as, Syliras. The Fortress City of Peace. The significance of the name was foreign to Ferrin, as he couldn't quite muster what that title meant. Even though, the title was obvious enough as it seemed.
The Order took in Knights and squires who would volunteer to protect Mizahar from the darkest depths of the world. What would happen if these dark creatures had actually escaped the ramparts of Mizahar? How would the rest of Mizahar react with such an event? What measures would the people take to delay the actual invasion? How would these people prepare for these acts of measurements?
Questions, so many questions. What he needs are answers. Perhaps. The man could find something worth of interest. Wasn't there a building that sold books. Books, that might be aged and dusted. Perhaps covered by piles of other things and cobwebs? Maybe he could find something there. Oh, what was the name. Was it Undeniable Interests? Or something of the like? Ferrin wasn't so sure, though he could possibly find it out while they walked through the streets.
The foreigners cloaks and coats hung up on a peg near the wooden door that led outside info the hallway of The Traveler's Row. Hopefully, the two could manage to find something. In terms, nothing out of the ordinary.
"So, Jade. I've been thinking that we could take a visit out to some shops down a few blocks. Perhaps we can get each other a few things to settle upon. And perhaps not be so... Bored?"The Kenashian was glad to have Jade around. Without knowing a lot of people whom lived within the Traveler's Row, it had gotten pretty lonely.
Ferrin decided that he could do something special for the Drykas woman. Whom had treated him so kindly. Though, Ferrin had already payed at least enough respect for his hospitality towards Jade. But, doing things for others relinquishes good respect back from that other person."How does that sound Jade? Good?"Ferrin hoped so.
The man was lost in thought as he thought about his family. Thinking of them has had been slightly different. The abstratical thoughts were deep through his nexus. He wanted to think of glorious moments with them. And not those which were of bad memory. Though, there are memories where he had those fun times with his siblings and parents. Time slowly ticked by, tick after tick it seemed. Soon, ticks turned into chimes. And Ferrin had forgotten where he had been.
Though, he knew where exactly where he was. The Traveler's Row. And not Kenash. How long had it been since he had left his home? A few seasons now? It was mid summer when the man had ventured into this city. Known as, Syliras. The Fortress City of Peace. The significance of the name was foreign to Ferrin, as he couldn't quite muster what that title meant. Even though, the title was obvious enough as it seemed.
The Order took in Knights and squires who would volunteer to protect Mizahar from the darkest depths of the world. What would happen if these dark creatures had actually escaped the ramparts of Mizahar? How would the rest of Mizahar react with such an event? What measures would the people take to delay the actual invasion? How would these people prepare for these acts of measurements?
Questions, so many questions. What he needs are answers. Perhaps. The man could find something worth of interest. Wasn't there a building that sold books. Books, that might be aged and dusted. Perhaps covered by piles of other things and cobwebs? Maybe he could find something there. Oh, what was the name. Was it Undeniable Interests? Or something of the like? Ferrin wasn't so sure, though he could possibly find it out while they walked through the streets.
The foreigners cloaks and coats hung up on a peg near the wooden door that led outside info the hallway of The Traveler's Row. Hopefully, the two could manage to find something. In terms, nothing out of the ordinary.
