Ender, Man

[Wheatley 24]

Andrew Vincrute walked through the streets of Holm, his cloak flapping behind him. A soft snow shower dotted specks of white on his blonde hair. He reflected on the first time he came to Holm, over eight years ago. He stopped in front of Botar's home, smiling slightly. "I wish you the best, old man," he said in a voice barely above a whisper, turning away. He walked past homes of friends old and new. He walked past the new druid's grove, past the docks, past the old mage's tower. Finally, he stopped at his home; the castle. Where he had learned of love, triumph, loss, and betrayal. Andrew let out a ragged breath, fogging the air in front of him. A single tear dropped from his face, freezing before it hit the ground. "Goodbye, Cethis. You...you'd never replace father but..." he sniffs, not finishing. Andrew turns away, walking to the docks once more.

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((I am not killing off Ender. I'm making that clear. He is leaving Holm, and making a life for himself, though I am going to focus on my halfling character for now. It's been a good run, guys, and I wish you all the best.))

[Cethis Vincrute 13]

Standing at the place he nods at Ember, walking behind Ember, he watches silently, speaking softly to the wind

"Goodbye Andrew, and may Aeriel watch over you in your travels."

[Watyll 1104]

((How about Andrew joins Han'Shai? Hm, hm? ;) ))

[Wheatley 24]

(( Maaaaaaybe. Maaaaybe not. Also, 250 posts, woo! It only took me over a year. T_T.))

[Watyll 1104]

((Stop making me feel young >_< ))

[emberhard 82]

(( el snippo ))

[Wheatley 24]

(( I think he meant Ender ))

[emberhard 82]

((Ah yes! Makes much more sense lol, strike that then...))

[Botar 39]

* looks up from his book, still trying to make his way back from being through all sorts of hell in the wilds, his precious cargo still wrapped tightly under his arm, he looks to the sky and his thoughts turn to ender and how he first saw him, how he changed, and what he is trying to do for him and all of holm. Botar sigh's yet smiles, looking to the ornate box tucked under his arm " Maybe this will make him happy, but that's for when I get back"

He see's the sun rising and he packs up his light camp, making sure of the package and his wounds, and quickly heads off, in what he hopes is the right direction *