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Canon [Tales of the North] - Dawn

Faelin

The Court Jester
Retired Staff
One of the few things welcoming about the docks beside the lake was that one could be sure that there would never be silence there. So thought the woman as the familiar sounds neared, the calls of early-rising fishwives and the clatter of wood being stacked for the morning’s cookfires, and closer she drew with the nodding steps of her mare. The palfrey she had taken would not have been her preferred choice of mount for the journey – least not one with so careful a stride – but as she was greeted by the awakening city’s bustle and smoke, she felt a usual, irrational rush of gratitude towards the beast for bearing her safely home.

It was home. She dismounted briskly, waking the waiting ostler with a pressed coin in one hand, a word of thanks, and the reins in the other. It had become home.

Brief, though, were these contemplations, for their rhythms had been interrupted. Her feet had turned her toward the boats bound for the city gates, but her footfalls were peculiarly quiet after the hooves of the horse which had brought her here. No strange noises pervaded her thoughts, no hollow clack sounded as her boot met the deck, but somehow it is a surprising thing’s absence which is always the greater surprise when it is gone.

The sky was white now, not grey and fraught with menace and adventure as it had upon her first voyage. “Know the sky and know the sea,” the old boatswain had nodded sagely on the second day out of port, and she, twelve years to her name, had nodded back. Neither sky nor sailor had lied. And now there were seventeen years, and the sea was a lake, and the sky was white. Now, the gulls were the only menace above.

But ahead, she knew, the ravens waited.


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Faelin

The Court Jester
Retired Staff
This tale takes place now, as Freya returns to Stormhold having failed to draw blood from a stone in seeking the counsel of Ulrych, Thane of the Motte, cousin to her father once King, and her last surviving relative.

Prequels can be found here:
+ Tale of Dusk
+ Tale of Night

 
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