Spread before the window of a room raised high above the ground is a view of mountains where hardy trees dig their roots deep into the cold, rocky soil. They stand up to the harsh gales and cold winters. One who seeks time to themselves to think over the day, whether they are thinking of lost love, the upcoming battle with the demons, dead comrades or family, or even if they just want to think of nothing at all they will come here. The cold stone of the room will make the unprepared shiver as the unearthly howls of the wind rip through the stone work. Not too many people come up here, which is why it's such a great place for those who crave silence and seclusion.
Looking out at the harsh wilderness, at the trees that stand up to wind, storm, creature and time one can find a bit of determination seeded in their breast. Looking at the mountain soldiers and novices gripping for a purpose will have time to find one. To realize that every hand is needed in the battles to come. Some will leave this room with heads held high, others might leave a little bit sadder. But most leave with a lighter heart.
Looking out at the harsh wilderness, at the trees that stand up to wind, storm, creature and time one can find a bit of determination seeded in their breast. Looking at the mountain soldiers and novices gripping for a purpose will have time to find one. To realize that every hand is needed in the battles to come. Some will leave this room with heads held high, others might leave a little bit sadder. But most leave with a lighter heart.
