Iris-Champagne

Balud. Walking aimlessly in a sleepless sea town and as my feet trace the pier, the dusk awakens the dawn in the heart and soul of the capital. The taste of salty sea air envelopes the core of everyone's being as wind gusts and twilight embraces its end along with the sunrise.

Swiftly falling lost in a day dream, I heard a familiar voice that I thought was long gone. He called out a name, my name, a version that I not heard in a long time. Long have I forgotten how it felt to be known as such. And as I turn to confront an old friend, a squall caught me off guard and the gleaming sun hit my eyes.

Freyja. He kept me still in the tempest. As he moved close, close enough for me to catch his scent, suddenly, I'm back. L'moria, my aethereal truth, I am home.