M
Myrdin
"There is a certain sort of peace to the sea." Of course Isla wouldn't quite be able to recognize that off the bat given the fact that she wanted to violently vomit every time she was on the ocean, but for Myr it was certainly true.
He loved his home, the oceans, the ships that his people had built.
There was a part of him that ached for it even now, a part of him that yearned to return to where he had spent so much of his youth. It would have been hard to put that yearning into words, hard to explain to someone else. Even Isla.
Myr smiled, opening his mouth to speak when suddenly an odd rumble ran through the floor. His head whirled immediately as the ground shook.
Lips thinned and he looked to Isla. "Earthquake?"
He loved his home, the oceans, the ships that his people had built.
There was a part of him that ached for it even now, a part of him that yearned to return to where he had spent so much of his youth. It would have been hard to put that yearning into words, hard to explain to someone else. Even Isla.
Myr smiled, opening his mouth to speak when suddenly an odd rumble ran through the floor. His head whirled immediately as the ground shook.
Lips thinned and he looked to Isla. "Earthquake?"