Sefa

((OOC Note: I have split this tale into three parts simply because I thought it would be easier for the reader to digest, it is the same tale though.))

((OOC Note: I have split this tale into three parts simply because I thought it would be easier for the reader to digest, it is the same tale though.))

The sun is just beginning to rise and a cool breeze caresses the quiet shores of Nen Harn. Nothing seems to disturb the two wanderers. Threland sleeps on the soft sand of the strand, while Sefa swims a little way off the shore, keeping herself away from Threland so as not to awaken him. Her hat, scarf, sword, boots and gloves are all in a pile beside him. She spends her time seeing how far down she can dive, daring herself to go deeper and deeper.

Sefa opened her eyes and allowed a crooked grin to cover her face as the single most important thought in her life so far popped into her head - "I'm ten today!" The realisation made her buzz with excitement, although she casually pressed herself deeper into her feather mattress, absorbing the warmth and comfort as the chill November air played around the cold room.

Dear Threland,

‘Ello Sef’s! Thought I’d write ya a letter, let ya know how Ah’m doin. I’ve a lot to say, but. Don’t know how I’ll manage to bloody send this. We’re in the middle of nowhere. Well, to be honest, that sort of nowhere be in the middle of some giant settlements. I swear Sefa, real proper giants, tall as trees and. Well. Angry bastards those be. We’ve been chased around much by those buggers.

One of my fondest memories was when I casually faked my death for no reason other than because I could. We were in the Pony. By we, I mean me and Threland, the troublesome duo of hatted, alcoholic terror that plagues the drinking houses of Breeland and even beyond at times. Obviously we had drunk some ale although not excessively; instead we were basking in the glorious glow of that pre-tipsy stage where the world starts to fall into place once more - basically the state that I spend almost the entirety of my life at.

I will give writing an attempt, a hopeful try to get everything 'in order'.