Posted Date | December 3, 2014 | Original Author | Desmaris |
'As running water carries all the things that float upon it…' '…so the sacred river ran through caverns measureless to man down to a sunless sea.' Wait. My books, crated too long, have left the lines of poetry jumbled in my head. The trip Harper Hall to Igen Weyr was long enough that I'm missing them, you see, but they're all waiting for me down below in the hold with the rest of my things.
So here I am, newly arrived on the arid shores of the Igen River, sent by my masters who tell me that the endless vistas will broaden my horizons. I suppose that's true, since I can no longer take a double class load (though I can still study history, science and language since the archives contain old books, scrolls and parchments). Just… don't tell them I've been spending most of my time in the library, please!