Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141119151542/@comment-24449631-20141121235318

(Sorry I wasn't on yesterday. Really was too tired.)

Rowan was out in the yard sharpening a sword. The morning sun had just risen from the east and painted the winter sky pink.

He felt bitter.

Myling had yet again, stumpled into his life. Just as he had almost started to forget.

He wanted to forget.

perhaps the gods sent her.

Perhaps they didn't want him to forget.

The Nord shrugged, and got up.

the sword shun bright in the early light.

Freja's sword looked sharper than ever. She would need it.