#seascalled

❝ Well, shit. ❞ His condolences likely fall flat -- he’s aware, but nothing he thought of seemed good enough to say. There were fires burning along the shores of the Saltspear, with ship wreckages floating in the dark waters where a layer of ash had formed on the top... By no means did Wyllas except a battlefield on the edge of his lands upon his return, and seeing his cousin, still reeling from the bitter defeat... It stung. ❝ I’m so sorry... ❞

         “I can show you a few you can start with if you’d like?” Her desire for knowledge reflected that of his own, and he couldn’t help but want to help guide her. And he knew the books on these shelves better than most. “Otherwise you might be here for several lifetimes.”

           He had taken her some ways from the city, where the lights could not spoil the vastness of the stars. The lay in a field, stars scattered up above them, he easily pointing them all out. “Have you ever done this?” It was too dark to see any minute expression, but he still turns his head to look to her. 

house torike, house torike. the widow had met with them in years past, always in a happier place, she remembered well their sigil, their words. the sea was always something she feared, but in her youth she had wondered how it would feel like to sail free - but the seven had other plans ( they always had ). word was the lady of salkire keep requested a meeting with the widow, which catelyn thought surprising, as she felt like her son would be the obvious choice. the seven would have their reasons. 

« lady lorenah. » the woman stood tall, the smell of water with her. what a familiar scent, the widow thought. « i am afraid these are not the best circunstances, but we make do. »

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faramir loves the sea. his uncle taught him how to swim and how to sail. and while he doesn’t get to do either as often as he would like.  he sometimes does go out of his way to make whatever excuse to be able to slip away to visit his uncle and cousins.