OOM: Namo
His mind has been wandering of late: from the dense humid forest of Vietnam to dreams of cold Dorthonion and of frozen Angband. They have taken him far, these dreams, and inspired a return to his more culturally fitting style of dress: he's taken to wearing his kilt over loose, dark pants, and to carrying sword and knife wherever he would go.
Yet however far his mind wanders, he can always find his heart in the same place. Like a migratory bird, he may fly far, but he always returns to where the nest is warmest and his roost most steady. Despite the storm raging all around them, he knows there is one place that will weather whatever comes -- a tree that is tallest, a branch that is strongest, the hollow that's out of the wind. He can find it in Eilinel, and in Kelly, but no shelter is truly safe if it is not complete. He has failed to find Nerdanel and Gabriel in the main Bar, and so, with the company of Angol perched on his shoulder, he seeks what he knows to be the most important of the missing pieces: his Heron.
He knows the door is always open to him, but he has yet to break the habit of knocking...
Yet however far his mind wanders, he can always find his heart in the same place. Like a migratory bird, he may fly far, but he always returns to where the nest is warmest and his roost most steady. Despite the storm raging all around them, he knows there is one place that will weather whatever comes -- a tree that is tallest, a branch that is strongest, the hollow that's out of the wind. He can find it in Eilinel, and in Kelly, but no shelter is truly safe if it is not complete. He has failed to find Nerdanel and Gabriel in the main Bar, and so, with the company of Angol perched on his shoulder, he seeks what he knows to be the most important of the missing pieces: his Heron.
He knows the door is always open to him, but he has yet to break the habit of knocking...