#shortlittlething

[theblueumbrelladream]

Girl from the North Country

Storm's End had foggy mornings. If you were to look out to the horizon, you couldn't see much. This didn't stop the lord from going out every morning to look at the sea. No one quite knew why he would do this every morning, but his advisor had an idea.

"You miss her?" He had once asked the young lord.

"Everyday," He sighed and glanced back at his advisor. "But I know that she needed this. She's seen too much carnage in her life. She deserves the time to heal." His advisor put his hand on his shoulder and then left the lord to his thoughts.

[few-loose-wires]

"I-" he gripped at the hair clinging to his scalp. He just wanted to feel relief. It was so difficult to live with his chest so light and his head in the stars. His feet barely touched the ground these days and it had been a fear for awhile now that he would one day float away and nobody would notice.