Chapter 8.1- The Seadragon's Roar
Added 2025-06-30 05:02:41 +0000 UTCIs Tarth the most beautiful island in the seven kingdoms? I found myself wondering as we stared at the Island as it revealed itself through the early morning mists. Lord Tarth had not come in person with his ships, but had sent his Son and Heir Quentin Tarth to lead the barges that had been assigned to moving our Stormland force from the mainland over to the Island. From there, it would be up to my father to ferry us the rest of the way and he and his ships were scheduled to arrive any day now.
Back to the Island though. It had the wild look, like it was untouched by man for most of its surface. Sure, there was Evenfall Hall rising above its tallest hills, and several fishing villages that looked to dot the coastline, but beyond that, much of the Island seemed to be covered in lush green hilltops and virgin land. And then there were the seas that surrounded it. I knew from my lessons that Tarth suffered storms easily as terrible as the rest of the Stormlands every so often, but that was difficult to reconcile with what my eyes could see now. Blue seas as far as the eye could see that seemed almost still with how little it moved. Their waters reflected the sky perfectly, giving the entire area a blue glow that was difficult to find unappealing.
“Captivating, innit?” I found Borros asking by my side.
“It’s something else” I replied. Something otherworldly, I thought but did not say.
“Yes, that is exactly what I thought once I saw it. Now, get your jaw off the floor before the men start laughing at you” He said, giving me a clap along my back that would have made me stumble mere days earlier. I’d gotten used to his sudden touches at this point and while they were far from acceptable in my opinion, they had become tolerable at the very least.
“Yes, Ser Borros” I said. And then there was something on his face again.
