A gender-fluid ranger in a land she knew yet didn't at the same time. To avoid the memories of the places she knew and loved, Hal opted to lay low in Gondor. But that didn't mean she stopped being a ranger of the North, for that was in her blood. It did however mean that rumours started to stir about the soft spoken stranger, who tended to avoid the cities. Except for once a month when she ventured into the markets and could often be found surrounded by children.
/for isildur? | from Hal - @rangers-are-cool
Isildur chased after Aratan. His youngest son had taken a liking to breaking away from the careful watch of his nurses and guards. Even when his own parents where watching him, he managed to slip away, often where there was a big crowd, such as on a market day. This ability would serve him well as he grew into a man, Isildur thought as he darted through the stalls, ignoring the curious looks shopkeepers and shoppers alike were casting in his direction. One woman behind a fruit stall gestured to her right; the adventures of the youngest Prince of Gondor were well known. Isildur thanked her with a vague gesture of his hand and continued down towards the main square.
Aratan was, as expected lately, crowding around a Ranger, along with a group of children of various ages. Ever since his Aunt's last visit, he had taken a fascination to them, and would hunt down any he saw in the city, to bore them with incessant questions.
'Aratan,' Isildur called to his son. He eyed the Ranger carefully, the uniform seemed a little.. off. Maybe one from the North?
