Moonlit Fjord

The Spirit had skirted Aerie’s territory along the coast, and by the time she arrived to the Fjord, night was falling. She picked her way down a narrow deer trail, ears swiveling as her own personal blue-white glow lit her way. Ardyn had mentioned finding a few interesting places here, and she’d wanted a long walk and exploration to mull over the strange occurrences of this winter.

Even the cycles of the days and nights seemed odd, evening prolonging beyond it’s normal time, even more than the season warranted.

She paused, gathering herself and dropping to the trail where it and the upper level abruptly parted ways, eyes shifting toward the rush of water that suggested there was a stream flowing down hill to the sea water at the bottom of the fjord.

The moon had yet to rise, but she pushed on until she finally stood beside the water, gazing out as she took stock of her surroundings before turning and beginning to set up camp. For the night, she’d camp out here, maybe catch a few fish, even if hunting wasn’t one of her main skills.

Perhaps it would help ease some of the concerns weighing on her to spend time listening to the ocean and the wind through the fjord.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think