A Love Story
My ship was diverted by poor weather, landing in Skal. With all the violence and Chaos there, I saw no reason to stay but the land, parts of it untainted by foulness, reminded me of our winter in Damara.
Tall beech trees were coated in the recent snow and the ground was undisturbed, for the most part. With the sun out again, the forest stirred.
A man dredged through the ankle-high powdery snow. He was bundled from head to toe in fine wool and soft hides; dressed as though it were the wintry end of the world, but in style. Peaking past his heavy scarf and wide hood were stunning green eyes and olive skin. This, of course, was Ata.
“You best not be making a snowball again or, so help me Azuth, I will fight you,” Ata called back.
Not far behind, a large man was trying to covertly make a snowball. He was dressed in plain, wool-lined leathers. His dark skin, braided hair, and strong features were unadorned by accessories. This was Amari.
“Uh..” Amari dropped the snowball and hastily dusted off his hands. “No...I was looking for rocks.” He turned and flashed Ata a playful grin.
“Mhm~” Ata rolled his eyes but smiled.
The pair walked hand in hand taking in the quiet morning.