Entrance post: Singer in a Strange Land
Moril had gone off in a dream again, and lost track of the path. Not that this was unheard of, or even particularly irregular, and generally Ynen managed to get them wherever they were supposed to be going without any help whatsoever from his driver. This time, though, Moril isn't sure that even the horse knows where they are.
He doesn't think they were close enough to the ocean for the air to smell like salt, but there it is. He's quite certain the coastline should be rocky, and not sandy, but there it is. He's not certain about what time of day it ought to be, but that doesn't matter, what matters is that the order of things is not right-they were headed north, to Hannart, and this is clearly somewhere in the south, he should be reaching the Marshes soon and yet they've ended up on a beach.
Clearly, something strange is going on here.
"Ynen," Moril says, with a flick of the reins just to let the horse know he's paying attention again, "where have you taken us?"
Ynen turns his head to look at him, the sort of look that suggests that if Moril had been paying attention to his driving properly, he would not have to ask such stupid questions. Moril supposes there is some truth to this.
Well, there's nothing to do just now but wait, and see if Hestefan turns up as well. He hitches up the reins to the cart and hops to the ground. "Just wait, Ynen," he says, "we'll stay here and see what happens." Ynen noses at the sand, apparently disappointed that there is no grass. Moril gets him a bag of grain from the wagon, and settles onto the seat again, strumming the old songs on the small cwidder to practise, and waits.
[Summary: Moril arrives on the beach, complete with horse and wagon, and first encounters Faramir, who fills him in on the vital statistics of the island and seems eager to hear some proper music. Clementine comes along to say hello to the horse, and they compare Very Long Names. Doyle wants to make sure he's okay, and John Crichton tries to explain things to him and ends up making him very curious about how people can live in space. Samara is afraid of Ynen, and Sansa would like to hear a proper song, at which Moril sheepishly admits that right at this very moment, he can only play, so he accompanies her while she shows him some Westerosi songs.]
He doesn't think they were close enough to the ocean for the air to smell like salt, but there it is. He's quite certain the coastline should be rocky, and not sandy, but there it is. He's not certain about what time of day it ought to be, but that doesn't matter, what matters is that the order of things is not right-they were headed north, to Hannart, and this is clearly somewhere in the south, he should be reaching the Marshes soon and yet they've ended up on a beach.
Clearly, something strange is going on here.
"Ynen," Moril says, with a flick of the reins just to let the horse know he's paying attention again, "where have you taken us?"
Ynen turns his head to look at him, the sort of look that suggests that if Moril had been paying attention to his driving properly, he would not have to ask such stupid questions. Moril supposes there is some truth to this.
Well, there's nothing to do just now but wait, and see if Hestefan turns up as well. He hitches up the reins to the cart and hops to the ground. "Just wait, Ynen," he says, "we'll stay here and see what happens." Ynen noses at the sand, apparently disappointed that there is no grass. Moril gets him a bag of grain from the wagon, and settles onto the seat again, strumming the old songs on the small cwidder to practise, and waits.
[Summary: Moril arrives on the beach, complete with horse and wagon, and first encounters Faramir, who fills him in on the vital statistics of the island and seems eager to hear some proper music. Clementine comes along to say hello to the horse, and they compare Very Long Names. Doyle wants to make sure he's okay, and John Crichton tries to explain things to him and ends up making him very curious about how people can live in space. Samara is afraid of Ynen, and Sansa would like to hear a proper song, at which Moril sheepishly admits that right at this very moment, he can only play, so he accompanies her while she shows him some Westerosi songs.]