Rhoana

I found that man, Olver. It was a usual bustling night and I took my regular mug of mead. I looked about the patrons, but in truth...I knew not what or who I was looking for, with regards to appearance. I could only hope Barliman would know at the mention of name. I swiftly became lost in thought, my mind seems to quickly slip off track, and it worries me. Conversing becomes difficult and…I forget all too easily…and I digress! Even now!

“Pikku, pikku…come see…”

Riku took Rhoana’s small hand and led her out of the shelter into the blistering cold and white light, he ran with ease across the hardened ground of ice and compressed snow. Rhoana attempted to keep pace with his long stride, though she was less then half his size – a young child still more accustomed to being carried.

“Come on Pikku…faster…you don’t wish to miss it!”