dizzy_land | What is Valentines? (Reply)

Aragorn woke early and with alarm, a tightening in his chest as though some grave matter were afoot to which he must attend. And yet he could think of nothing; there was no task for him here, at least none he had found; there was little enough even to pass the days.

He rose from his sleeping roll and dressed swiftly, casting his gaze about for any indication of the alarm- nay, not alarm, perhaps, but urgency- which tugged him into motion despite his wish. The river, if it could be called such, for it fed in upon itself in a loop, never ending, like n lake without a source, gave no indication of anything amiss, nor did the grove of silent trees beneath which he made his camp each night.

And still he felt himself pressed onward, and soon he was leaving his camp and moving, almost hurrying, in the vague direction of the area called Tomorrow Land. It felt, somehow, to be the correct direction, although why he could not say.

What sorcery was this, that led his feet upon paths did not know and could not see?

((I’ll be back around 7ish my time which is… noon for you, I think.))