The Beach: Saturday morning, earlyish (before the picnic)
Karal had woken early, as was his habit, and quietly dressed in riding clothes before walking up to saddle Trenor. Altra had said there was nothing he had to do today, information he wasn't entirely certain how to react to, because there was always something to be done.
Rather than allow the morning to go to waste, he led Trenor down to the beach. He knew what a beach was, in theory, he'd read tales and histories that centred around the sea. But Karse was a landlocked country and he had never before seen the ocean.
That would be why he was standing, staring out at it in awe, while Trenor shook his head and pawed the sand.
[ooc: Karal is here to run into someone in particular, but completely open, as beaches are wont to be.]
Rather than allow the morning to go to waste, he led Trenor down to the beach. He knew what a beach was, in theory, he'd read tales and histories that centred around the sea. But Karse was a landlocked country and he had never before seen the ocean.
That would be why he was standing, staring out at it in awe, while Trenor shook his head and pawed the sand.
[ooc: Karal is here to run into someone in particular, but completely open, as beaches are wont to be.]