#knightrognir

*Rognir slowly raises his hand*

Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag ten friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them.

1) The Fault in Our Stars

2) Paper Towns

3) Looking For Alaska

4) The Eyeball Collector

5) Skulduggery Pleasant

6) Little Bird

7) The Very Picture of You

8) A Sisters' Gift

9) Shadows on the Moon

She spun upon hearing someone say ‘hello’, her grasp on her talisman tightening considerably. Verit visibly relaxed upon seeing who it was, however, giving the knight a small smile. “Sir Rognir, hello..!”

A bucket over one arm, found in one of the abandoned homes, was full of the reason she was in the forest at the current time: herbs and fruit.  And checking a couple traps that had been set for small animals, though there had been no luck so far. 

Ruavi could feel the pitch and swell of the sea, the ship coursing onwards regardless. She could hear the creak and groan of the hull, the slight shifting of the cargo, and the sound of bootsteps above. With a sigh, she leaned back against the crates she was hidden behind. The advantage to merchant ships, one was less likely to be found if they knew where to hide. 

The disadvantage to merchant ships, they were really boring. Not that she would want to get caught on any other ship, really, but this one was almost too easy. Only a week at sea, so far, and she was wishing she had brought a book to read... A nip at her fingers, and the elf glanced down to see Sael wagging his tail, wanting attention. The pup nudged her hand, looking up at her expectantly, so she gave the softest of chuckles while scratching behind his ears. 

Two dunes over, the pair had been resting, and Ruavi sat upright when she thought she heard something. Sael’s ears were already perked, but he only got up when she slid onto the saddle. “Well, let’s go see what that was, eh?”

Moments later, the knight would see a large wolf, carrying a rider, heading in his direction. Both clad in armor made of hardened leather, weapons at the ready, they were clearly fighters of some sort. But as they approached, Ruavi took in his appearance. He certainly wasn’t equipped for the desert. How did he get all the way out here?