Izznet H'unar
Journeyman
The call of the Dark Maiden had been weighing heavy on Izznet’s heart for some time. Between the nightmares and the restless push to answer a call she did not understand her mind and body were exhausted. Speaking with Aedon she was compelled to pursue the answers her tired spirit required.
Readying the ship for a voyage was not a new exercise for Izznet. The thing that made this different was the voyage would be hers alone. There would be no gargoyle to watch over her, no winged shadow to ensure the sails remained full of wind, no companion save the navigator. She was a skilled sailor but the thought of traveling alone gave some degree of unrest.
As she set sail the final view was that of Aedon. She stood at the rails until she could no longer see the land. The silent tears that fell were kissed with the salt air as the "Painted Lady" rode the waves to destinations unknown.
“Unto you I commit this trip. May it be productive that my return will be swift. Give to him, also his heart’s comfort,” Izznet sang to the breezes.
A while on the waters the navigator finally broke the silence.
“Ma’am, pardon, but have ye a course to follow? I daresay I know nothin’ o’ where we head’n.”
“No, I have no course. Let the winds carry as they will. And should that fail, follow the light of the silver moon.”
“Aye that, ma’am.”
Readying the ship for a voyage was not a new exercise for Izznet. The thing that made this different was the voyage would be hers alone. There would be no gargoyle to watch over her, no winged shadow to ensure the sails remained full of wind, no companion save the navigator. She was a skilled sailor but the thought of traveling alone gave some degree of unrest.
As she set sail the final view was that of Aedon. She stood at the rails until she could no longer see the land. The silent tears that fell were kissed with the salt air as the "Painted Lady" rode the waves to destinations unknown.
“Unto you I commit this trip. May it be productive that my return will be swift. Give to him, also his heart’s comfort,” Izznet sang to the breezes.
A while on the waters the navigator finally broke the silence.
“Ma’am, pardon, but have ye a course to follow? I daresay I know nothin’ o’ where we head’n.”
“No, I have no course. Let the winds carry as they will. And should that fail, follow the light of the silver moon.”
“Aye that, ma’am.”