The sea, as ever catches and is made even more perfect in the morning light. The coastal winds roar and numb my face and the roar of the waves only just allow the call of sea birds to be heard over them. This will be the last morning I see this sight for a long while. I close my eyes and feel the peace despite the rising noise of the docks below. Down there, my family toil and make the ships ready for the journeys awaiting them, many sail but few will remain, patrol our coast and keep our precious peace in the far west as I will further east, by bow, by blade and by whit of the woodsman's craft. Mentoring has brought me so far, and casting endless arrows from the rolling decks of my of the white ships has made me strong, and quick. I still have many things to learn, no doubt by trial.
Yesterday was a day spent enjoying home and I wish I hadn't, my feet are almost refusing to take me from my perch. We woke early and sailed upon the Bronant along the coast, we dove for pearls and raced in the waters, and we settled and made a fire on the beach, the day was for enjoying the sea and the company of friends. Later, I meditated with my bow in hand and made myself ready for the journey. On to Celondim, and a new home, and who knows what else the roads and woods of the inland will bring.
