Sometimes I just feel like a stranger...

*A sketch of a vast expanse of sea fills the bottom of the page. The sky looks as if there will be a great storm, dark swirling clouds spread out into the horizon. In the middle of the ocean is a small vessel, with a lone figure sitting in the middle. The figures head appears to be looking down into the water, one hand trailing across it's surface.*

I've been wandering the lands for what seems months, never planning on anything, just taking things as they come. It's been a journey filled with highs and lows, dangerous moments, and unexpected laughter. I can honestly say though that I am glad to be home. I've missed the smell of the sea air as I stand on the shores of Killican. The dangerous whispers in the trees of the Dark Forest. The call of Haggie as he wanders Bran peddling his wares. I've never been the sentimental type, but it is amazing what you miss when you no longer have it close at hand.

It's good to be home.