Like A Small Boat On The Ocean
02-27-2016, 01:53 PM
Lyndvarr eyed the hunk of unusual rock that rested in the channel. He'd taken to exploring more of the north and seen many different sights but he wasn't quite sure what to make of this one. What the hell was that thing? What formed it? The viking eyed it for a moment longer before continuing on his way. He had a simple task to accomplish. Dandelions. A common weed that could be found anywhere, it was true, and while there was no better place to gather herbs in the north than the lands that belonged to Yfir, every so often Lyndvarr needed to get out and clear his head. There was always so much to think about. He had so much to learn yet and no idea where he was going. What was his goal exactly? Just to remain a healer? He couldn't be sure and the gods had been oddly silent lately. Walk, "Talk" Think |