I am sitting here writing this under the trees in Kelethin, my ancestral home. It is amazing to be back here. I remember being here vaguely, (my twin sister and I were the youngest when we went to Queynos.) I can remember my father carrying me on his shoulders and being so afraid I would fall when we crossed the bridges. Even though I was born in Felwithe I remember loving this place. It really hasn’t changed too much mostly the people. Instead of wood elves all around the Fae people are here. They are a very nice people though. I am considering moving here but I haven’t decided yet. As I sit here among the trees I can feel my roots deep in the ground, as deeply as these trees. Queynos is my home where my family is but I love this place. But Queynos is only a boat ride away. I need to go home soon and attend to my rent and things I will discuss this with my family.
I have been to orc hill and Crushbone. Its amazing I have heard all these stories all my life and now I am standing on the very ground that my mother did when she started out. I long to visit Felwithe, well now it is called New Tunaria, even though I will not be welcome. There are huge rock guardians outside it now so I must wait until I am trained and experienced more.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment