
The gentle breeze picked up numerous strands of Thane's loose hair. The golden plates he wore tinkled as that danced into each other. His dark coat, radiating with heat from the sun above felt relief at the brief coolness the air brought him.
Always traveling... always on the move.
Looking around him, Thane again realized he would probably never see this piece of land again. He wished so dearly he could learn everything- everything in this area. Would he ever be worthy, though? Would knowledge and physical strength be enough for his destiny?
He scoffed, not even knowing what that was at this moment in time. Sometimes he caught himself sinking into a form of sadness. Perhaps it was being away from the home he always knew. That was the only thing he could dream of making him turn inward on himself, and question everything.