A new notebook.

Walking along other people on these cold streets and seeing their expressions of sadness. This wet winter’s day gave Ryvan no feeling of belonging to anything. Wrapped up in his own displeasure of being out and about in such poor weather he  could not see that he shared much in common with those around him. Not that he was alone in feeling alone and cold. No doubt there was not a single person who thought “I’m wet and cold but at least it is not only me at least others are sharing this wonderfully dismal day”.

He made his way walking these streets of the city of Naughtwatte in the cold drizzle. He made his way to the Archives of History.