Joran

OOC Note: This tale is directly continued from part five.

(Directly continued from part three)

After such an outstanding entrance, the two were marked as generous eccentrics and were generally accepted by the locals of the town. Many had seen Horfryth before and although Sefa had never been that way, a few recognised her from themselves having travelled to Dale before. Pleasant rumours whispered around the town of the travelling child and her seemingly father-figure who were adjourning in the confines of their beloved abode.

Tall he was, standing at 6ft2” with thick, lithe muscles to match, giving him a toned, athletic appearance. A mop of curled, sandy blonde hair rested lightly on his head, often in a slightly dishevelled, careless manner, yet somehow the slightly scruffy aspect made it look all the more attractive. Bright blue eyes the colour of a deep forest pool centred his face which was dominated by two large, poignant cheek bones. In all, one could consider that he was quiet the handsome man.

((OOC Note: I have split this tale into three parts simply because I thought it would be easier for the reader to digest, it is the same tale though.))

Sefa opened her eyes and allowed a crooked grin to cover her face as the single most important thought in her life so far popped into her head - "I'm ten today!" The realisation made her buzz with excitement, although she casually pressed herself deeper into her feather mattress, absorbing the warmth and comfort as the chill November air played around the cold room.

Dawn stretched her rosey fingers and slowly got herself out of bed, peering down on the world with bleery eyes. At her approach the darkness fled, hiding away from her as bright blue skies started to form around her. A few tendrils of mist slowly rose from the shadowy ground and joined the Dawn in her relm in the sky leaving the sky as clear as the brightest summer day and completely cloudless. The Dawn had such a brief time to see the happenings in the world, although she smiled when she saw the picturesque little in below her.

He came again! Several times in fact. It was always the same: I'd be playing in the garden, he'd appear and we'd sit together, me talking at him, him listening in silence. I loved it! The secret boy who hung onto every word I said with such interest that it made me want to say more and more. Occassionally I'd ask him a question; who are you? Why do you come here? How do you know how to get into my garden? What's your name? Where're you from? Where's your family? But he'd always reply with a knowing smile and more silence.

It was three weeks after I planted my little acorn before I saw Joran again. Despite the rain which hammered down into the garden, I prefered to be getting wet and muddy to being cooped up inside with the rest of my family. I enjoyed the rain back then; it was always fun to splash around in the puddles, wallow in the mud and generally mess myself up to such a state that me Ma would despair.