Return of the Visaj

[Ankan 2875]

 

The cold evening sun was setting in far-west, blessing the crowns of trees and towers for the last time as a horse-drawn carriage rolled down the well-beaten path between Okarn’thilln and the Whispering Crossroads. The white stallion sighed, for he had soon managed the journey. Comfortably napping between crates, attaché cases and empty bottles of wine was a Mali’aheral. Light blonde hair and the accompanying clear blue eyes made his bloodline seem obvious to the scholar; another Visaj had reached Haelun’or.

 

The stallion suddenly halted. They had reached their final destination. The pause of the nursing rocking the moving carriage had offered the Elf disturbed his sleep and he soon woke up. Dimaethor Visaj had slept off some light intoxication; the bottle of wine he had opened as he left his Visaj residence had been too magnificent to have be exposed to the air polluted by the lesser settlements he passed on his way, and by consequence had to be finished.

 

Dimaethor Visaj took shelter from the declining temperatures in a thick coat. Before entering the city, he made certain to prepare a bucket of fine hay for the stallion. Dimaethor was of the opinion that he couldn't just let his horse eat of grass anywhere. What did he know? Perhaps had a Halfling walked over it with their dirty hairy feet? He didn't even want to think about all that could have possibly happened; therefore had picked up the habit of bringing his own food to his travel companion.

 

The Visajs had returned.

[firegirl7894523 247]

Serphin Odessa Visaj, sat sleeping in the square of the Dominion, as she been homeless for quite some years now. Her eyes open as she hears from the whispers of the other High Elves that one of her family had returned. A faint smile tugged her lips, the ex-Dedicant snuggled deeper into the homeless garb.

 

"Ha."