*as The Ship Sails*

[Spooky_QT 38]

Light flickers gently, dimly perched upon a white wick candle, cascading a faint orange glow among the room it resides in. There, sitting on the red-wood desk, it accompanies a piece of paper and a steady hand gripping a quill, the tip dancing along the parchment to ink out words and writing. The one in control of such a hand is a man, cladden in dark robes of silver and purple coloring. His eyes are intuitive, darting across the page he is etching on to follow the words he is bringing out from his mind into the quill.

As he continues to write, his mind begins to drift slightly out of focus, his hand calming and slowing. Looking up at the wooden ceiling of his room, he stares almost blankly at it, a heavy sigh exhorting from his lungs. His thoughts are warm, images of tall towers, majestic beings and a rich culture. Haelun'or had traveled the tongues of many races, most in ill-content, but it mattered not to him. He was of Mali'Aheral, a high elven child, as it was spoken in the ancient elven tongue.

A sudden jolt of the boat's movement awakens him from his thoughts, bringing him back into his cramped room. Upon his glancing back at the desk, his eyes shift just in time to witness the candle falling to the floor, catching the wood on fire. A faint gasp of surprise escapes him as he jumps up from his seat, patting his sandled foot on the small flame quickly, putting himself into the darkness of the room, letting it loom over him. He picks up the candle and sets it back down upright on the desk, only to leave the room completely for the time being.

He was anxious. There were talk of an Elven lass he had grown fond of from the stories he had heard. His thoughts transitioned to her. He was unsure of what she truly looked like, though he had been informed that she carried white hair and blue eyes of gorgeous proportions. In his curiosity, he had delved into the depths of his heart to send her a letter, wondering if she received it, if such a maiden was even possible. A faint smile creases along his lips as he finally reaches the deck of the ship, casting his eyes out into the ocean.

A sudden flutter of his heart sends him rushing to the edge, leaning forward to see a small speck out on the horizon. Sitting in the rising sun, there perched upon an isle sits erect many towers of stone, blue in roof color, as well as a large wall surrounding more structures. Had he made it? This seemed to be none other than the city of Haelun'or. He just hoped he would find what he was looking for...