Day 108
Character-Arya
Words-166
Fog had sunk low around the open cove, it shores covered in soft yellow-white sand. Arya stood at the eastern border of Surda. The Beors shot up high into the sky at her left while the water lapped at the sandy beach in front of her and to her right. Above her flew Firnen keeping constant vigil. The fog obscured most of her surroundings, making it hard for even her keen eyes to see. Her ears were never mistaken though. To her right along the soft yellow-white sand, a man ran. He broke through the fog quickly making a beeline back behind her to the forest. He was a man like no other she had seen. Pinching her arm, she shook her head and continued her walk along the water. A little while later Firnen dropped down from above. Amidst the noise of his wing beats, she could have sworn she heard a wheezing-thumping noise. One again she shook her head, she must be going mad.
