The waves rolled beneath the ship quietly and with an unending rhythm. The ship seemed to almost enjoy their touches even as it cut through them easily. Rijan Fiar shifted his sword-belt to make himself more comfortable as he leant over the side. He was very much in control over his stomach, but this way he didn’t have to look at the ships’ crew. When they first removed their upper clothes he had been shocked, almost appalled the women back home never behaved like that. Rijan was tall and slender. His roughly cut off blond hair surrounded a handsome face. In which his intelligent blue eyes sparkled brightly
He sighed remembering home. He missed it sometimes. He had been glad to leave at first, the world ready for him to explore. Until he reached Tar Valon for training, that was. After that there were no more side trips, no excuses. It had been tough but according to the Master Gaidin, teaching him and the others, he would be a good Warder eventually. Although it was never said just like that, one would have to read through the critic one would get. The Critic was honest, just as honest as the bruise a training sword would give you. When he left he half imagined his old Comrades being sent after him. They didn’t come.
At first the blight had beckoned him to come and die there. Later he found another reason, the rumours leading him to Ebou Dar, but he had been misled much to his chagrin. He did find another lead to follow and therefore he had requested and received passage after giving away a shiny trinket he had bought. In all honesty the only reason he had bought it was to get rid of the salesperson without insulting him. It worked out well since he was now under sail heading away from Ebou Dar. That was one town he never wanted to visit again.
There were other passengers although he didn’t really involve himself with them. Ignoring most of them, he did at times look them over. To get a general idea of who and what they were. Other than that he didn’t care. He had his own issues to deal with. He sighed again and looked over the side towards the front of the ship.
Rijan Fiar.
Worried young man.
On the Sea Breeze
