The Dragonbond Program discussion

Florence Cloverfell, a young girl from the island of Cario, finally reached the shores of Humar. She had come aboard her home island's trading ship to reach Humar and to leave her cold past behind. Since her father's death, she wanted nothing to do with her homeland any longer nor did she want anything to do with the possible killer of her father, dragons. Here, she hoped she could create a new life for herself.

The sea air was sweet as she came off the boat. Pine trees aligned the strip of beach sand. Florence let out a breath, "I'm home."

She carried her luggage off the boat and started north up the beach side, hoping she may find some natives of this new town.

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Drake felt the salty tang of the ocean air against his tongue as he breathed in. A gust of zephyr brought in from the ocean tousled his cloak, sending the threads of the garment flapping against the sand.

Drake couldn't place the exact reason for why he had come here. For why he had traveled the stretching distance between the Academy to a place that, for most, held no meaning. Yet, as his eyes gazed upon the tumbling waves rolling to shore, he had to admit to himself, that this place was more than just an empty shoreline.
He shifted, the dry sand beneath his boots indenting around his fitted boots. Now that he was here, he could feel it pressing against his chest. Looming as an ominous cloud above him, its underbelly sagging with the weight of the words which had long ago ceased to hold meaning.
This was a place of forgotten memories. The place where people brought their lives and cast them into the icy waves. Hoping that as those memories were driven out with the sea the fastened hold they once had upon their own hearts would diminish. Would fade away, just as the upsurge brushed away at the shore.
There was a sadness here so pure and deafening that it could not be touched.
Or perhaps it was merely an echo of what was left inside him.

Florence continued her walk up the shore. She yanked a crinkled paper from her pocket. On it was an address that one of her elderly friends had written for her.

'There, you will find my old cottage, it should provide for a good home.'

Florence was very unfamiliar with the island and continued to search for someone. Suddenly, up near the top of the beach stood a very tall, slim man. His cloak wrestled against the wind's push. He was dressed in black, to Florence, he almost looked like an evil spirit. She continued walking past him, far enough that he wasn't her problem. But she really needed help finding her new home, she paused.

"Do I ask him?" she said to herself.

If Drake had been in a more perceptive state, he might have noticed the girl troding down the beach. As it was though, his eyes were blank and glossy. The features which usually held so much life and optimism, resolving into a vacancy of expression.
He felt the weight of the dying he had held in his arms, the scream of battle, the useless clanging of arrows against the scales of the beasts they fought. It ravaged his mind, slowly tearing apart his aura of calm confidence until he was left with nothing more then the bare dregs of what he was.
A soldier.
Still haunted from the past he couldn't let go.
He was a soldier,
yet in his mind- he was broken.

Florence began upward toward the mysterious man. As she got closer, it seemed as if her feet were slowing down. This man was very down looking, should she even mess with him? She finally reached his side. His eyes were still and lifeless. He stood perfectly still as he looked out at the roaring waves. As Florence looked into his eyes she could feel his pain. It took her back to her own pain, the sight of other soldiers carrying her lifeless father up past her house. Florence's hand paused near the stranger's cloak, her throat now held that familiar knot of tears.
"Don't break down Florence," she told herself, "Not again,"
She swallowed hard forcing the pain back, and continued with her task. She gently tapped the man's arm.
"Pardon me sir, but would you know were this address is?" She held her instructions.

Drake blinked rapidly, clearing away the desolation in his eyes. It was as though all at once, a mask descended upon his features, and the raw emotion visible only moments before was hidden behind an expression of slight surprise. "Oh, my apologies. I didn't see you standing there," though he should have, he silently chided himself. He angled his body towards her, the broad shoulders and muscular cords in his neck pulsing as he gently took the small paper from her. "Hmm," he mused looking down at the sheet and trying to clear away his earlier moment of venerability. "Looks like a cottage east of here," he said glancing over at her. "Did you just arrive?"

Startled by his awakening, she stepped back. "Oh it was my fault for sneaking up on you." Her heart beat rapidly as she trusted but also feared this stranger. She watched him closely as he turned toward her, his neck muscles pulsed as he angled his head. His hand took the paper from her. Though he was quiet a scary looking man to Florence, she felt a level of calmness. "Oh, I just arrived moments ago, from Cario islands. My friend allowed me to have her cottage, or what she said would be a cottage." She cleared her throat.

"I'm not quite sure what the condition of it will be, but I can walk you up there." Drake offered, proffering the paper back towards her. "It's not to far, about quarter of an hours walk I'd say," he gauged, looking towards the ascending hills scattered in wind blown sand. He looked back at her, noting for the first time her rather small stature in comparison to his. He likely towered over her slightly, his warrior physique likely intimidating to a foreign newcomer. He reached up, running a hand through his short hair and eying her carefully. He was tempted to ask if her friend had sent her all alone to this strange new place, but he had a feeling the question would give her the wrong impression about what he was trying to ask.

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"Oh that's good," she smiled, "It is getting rather late and I'd hate to keep you for too long." The tall man began walking off the beach and up toward the hills. Away from the beach were several pine trees scattered everywhere. And the further they went, the darker the trees made it. Florence dug through her bag, pulling out an old oil lantern. It was jokingly small, only lighting where their feet walked. But the sunset far off provided some light. Florence followed the stranger like a duckling following a mother duck. She noticed this, and backed off.
"So do you live around these woods too? Or is their a town near by?"

((Continued at Florence's cottage))