Of all the places he had found in his wanderings around Torchline since his arrival the small sea-temple had become Kellan’s favorite. There was a sense of peace about it that he craved in this uncertain new world, and the music it made reminded him of home with a sweetly painful longing for something the Fae woman had told him he would never know again. In the aftermath of the volcano’s rage and the ash that had carpeted the region, it had also been one of the first places to be washed clean by the wind and waves, providing a sanctuary from the eerie grey blanket that had fallen over the jungle and beaches.
That same ashfall had made his previous practice of sleeping in a lean-to in the jungle no longer tenable, and he’d been forced to take refuge in the city amongst people who had neither patience nor kindness for a stranger in a strange land. He was tired of the closeness of all that humanity packed in together, and he took every excuse he could to be elsewhere, whether walking the beach or hunting the transformed landscape for wild pigs and rhampires.
Messy black hair that fell to his shoulders was ruffled by the sea breeze today as he headed towards the cathedral after a day without luck in his hunting. Brown skin had darkened in the Torchline sun, even as amber eyes picked up golden highlights from its rays. His feet were bare, boots slung over his shoulder beside his unstrung bow as he padded towards the familiar structure, but he paused at the edge of the beach at seeing the striking woman who was there before him. She looked almost ethereal in her light dress, her stunning beauty catching him off guard so that he paused, clearing his throat as he reached up to run his fingers self-consciously through his hair and uncertain whether or not he should approach this vision.
"Hello?" he called out at last, though quietly enough that she could chose to ignore him if she wished.
That same ashfall had made his previous practice of sleeping in a lean-to in the jungle no longer tenable, and he’d been forced to take refuge in the city amongst people who had neither patience nor kindness for a stranger in a strange land. He was tired of the closeness of all that humanity packed in together, and he took every excuse he could to be elsewhere, whether walking the beach or hunting the transformed landscape for wild pigs and rhampires.
Messy black hair that fell to his shoulders was ruffled by the sea breeze today as he headed towards the cathedral after a day without luck in his hunting. Brown skin had darkened in the Torchline sun, even as amber eyes picked up golden highlights from its rays. His feet were bare, boots slung over his shoulder beside his unstrung bow as he padded towards the familiar structure, but he paused at the edge of the beach at seeing the striking woman who was there before him. She looked almost ethereal in her light dress, her stunning beauty catching him off guard so that he paused, clearing his throat as he reached up to run his fingers self-consciously through his hair and uncertain whether or not he should approach this vision.
"Hello?" he called out at last, though quietly enough that she could chose to ignore him if she wished.
