The Soldier and The Poet

That same smile on his face never seemed to wane as she lit up from the idea. He remembered when his Aunt had showed him just a tiny prototype of the raft, a teeny piece of wood that floated down the rapids. And it was all her idea to make what he had today. Sadly he built it mostly on his own while she cared for her children but all the time he spent with her was filled with an unimaginable joy. Something that distracted him from the other parts of his life. And it got him half way across the world here. He didn't really know if The Hallows was where he belonged, he was struggling every day to find that wholeness he desired. And it's why once she would leave he would head back up to his room and let the wine take space. She was a quick distraction for those few moments, but that was it. "You too Taly." He responded back to her as she made her way back up the steps to her family's room. He'd wait only a moment or so before making the steps up himself.

"Balthier"