The Start of Something New 
Glade 1st, 123rd Year, A.o.S.
(Continued from here)
Evening had nearly rolled around when the storm clouds that lingered near the horizon had spread across the sky, though, the camaraderie shared between those at the bonfire had not been lost on Kayleigh. Truthfully, she had a mixture of feelings about this place already, and while she wondered about the possibility of ever returning; there was a sense of wanderlust in her that beckoned to be answered.
Thus, after she'd unearthed whatever she had sat on earlier from the sand, Kayleigh took her leave of the party if only to begin packing her things. In her heart, she knew her mind had been made up, and if she wanted to venture into the unknown, then perhaps venturing through that door was the best thing for her to do. While there weren't many left at the campsite anymore, the few that were still there were memorable people to be sure. A couple of them were nice enough to help take down her tent when she'd finished packing away all her other things.
This left Kayleigh standing on the beach near the pile of belongings she had stored away. Her leather rucksack nested atop the rolled-up tent and bedroll, alongside the chest from the Duck that had appeared here when she'd first arrived. Oh, the memories. There was a thrill to everyone's mixture of emotions back then, and how everyone handled their first steps on the sands of this beach quite differently. I haven't forgotten about the Duck either. She noted to herself as the bookworm finally started to pick up her things.
She took the bag onto one shoulder so that the strap rested over it, with the tent strapped over the top and the bedroll dangling from the bottom side. Kayleigh was honestly surprised the majority of everything fit together, given that the large trunk held the vast majority of her belongings. Still, everything she thought she'd needed was pooled together, and therefore, she looked to the closed door once more that had lingered near her spot. She began to wonder about Captain Kynne a little, as well as the rest of those that came and went to this place. Hopefully, she would find the means to return here herself someday, because while she wanted to spread her wings elsewhere, Kay also wanted to finish what she started here once she finally seemed ready.
Thus she approached the door, dragging her trunk across the sand as it left a trail from her path. With the eclipsed sun about ready to set, she knew the time left before the door remained would dwindle soon. Thankfully, she didn't need to be in such a hurry, since she was in arm's reach of opening the door to the otherside.
Evening had nearly rolled around when the storm clouds that lingered near the horizon had spread across the sky, though, the camaraderie shared between those at the bonfire had not been lost on Kayleigh. Truthfully, she had a mixture of feelings about this place already, and while she wondered about the possibility of ever returning; there was a sense of wanderlust in her that beckoned to be answered.
Thus, after she'd unearthed whatever she had sat on earlier from the sand, Kayleigh took her leave of the party if only to begin packing her things. In her heart, she knew her mind had been made up, and if she wanted to venture into the unknown, then perhaps venturing through that door was the best thing for her to do. While there weren't many left at the campsite anymore, the few that were still there were memorable people to be sure. A couple of them were nice enough to help take down her tent when she'd finished packing away all her other things.
This left Kayleigh standing on the beach near the pile of belongings she had stored away. Her leather rucksack nested atop the rolled-up tent and bedroll, alongside the chest from the Duck that had appeared here when she'd first arrived. Oh, the memories. There was a thrill to everyone's mixture of emotions back then, and how everyone handled their first steps on the sands of this beach quite differently. I haven't forgotten about the Duck either. She noted to herself as the bookworm finally started to pick up her things.
She took the bag onto one shoulder so that the strap rested over it, with the tent strapped over the top and the bedroll dangling from the bottom side. Kayleigh was honestly surprised the majority of everything fit together, given that the large trunk held the vast majority of her belongings. Still, everything she thought she'd needed was pooled together, and therefore, she looked to the closed door once more that had lingered near her spot. She began to wonder about Captain Kynne a little, as well as the rest of those that came and went to this place. Hopefully, she would find the means to return here herself someday, because while she wanted to spread her wings elsewhere, Kay also wanted to finish what she started here once she finally seemed ready.
Thus she approached the door, dragging her trunk across the sand as it left a trail from her path. With the eclipsed sun about ready to set, she knew the time left before the door remained would dwindle soon. Thankfully, she didn't need to be in such a hurry, since she was in arm's reach of opening the door to the otherside.
"Dialogue" Thought
"Common" "Kathalan"
"Common" "Kathalan"
"Keep your hopes up high, and your head down low."
