[Fenn Gil'dae]

End of the First Month of Summer, Era XIV

The new brightening's sun broke through the evergreen tree tops of the forest, glittering down defined rays of light upon the Gil'dae Cheb's glass-pan windows. Fenn had awoken early to the sound of his lute being struck by his left foot, he having fallen asleep next to it like so many darkenings before. Ever since his daughter had been born, Fenn had felt an odd sense of loneliness at night, as if he were supposed to be with someone other than the latest trophy. Sometimes he sank in it for awhile, trying to figure it out while all the while becoming more and more depressed. Other times, like this particular brightening, he just shook it off.

Now in the study, he sat near a window gazing out upon the world of green around him. No matter how much of a free spirit he had always been, Fenn could never find it in himself to leave Sylrosia for long. The very roots of the trees seemed to call to him. The grass asked him to come and walk about it, the air whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Yes, Sylrosia was home, very much home and while he vacationed here and there, the truth was that Sylrosia would always be where he hung his hat in the end.

Just moments ago a maid had brought him hot tea, his choice early-brightening drink regardless of the season. And even in the heat of summer, the northern reaches of Arakmat were colder than most. And if that weren't enough, the Cheb always seemed to stay cool thanks to the canopy of forest surrouding it. He sat at the window and silently prayed for direction. Fenn have never been much of a religious person, but he would at times speak to the ancients as if they were with him, conversing with the woodland spirits and those of elves long dead. It was a beautiful history he felt that he shared with the world around him.