[b]​Nathair kneeled towards the open window[/b] in his room, by his sturdy bed. The rising sun shone bright and warm on his face. His dark clothes and leather armor soaked the heat of the fiery Queen and relaxed his being. Nathair closed his eyes and rested his hands on his knees. Keeping his back straight and chin up he began his morning prayer. [color=gold]"Father of the Northern Coast, Mother of the Northern Sea, Guardians of the wind that is free..."[/color] Leaving the gray walls and ascetic furnishing behind the closed eyelids Nathair returned to the moment when the sun rose that winter morning, now more than a year ago, when he found his friend cold and motionless by his side.

Since his arrival to the Guild, he had tried to leave that moment to the past where it belongs but a brother is always a brother. Once the first rays of sunlight creeped into his room he had his clothes on and he left his room to exercise. He jogged to the castle wall and climbed on top of it. Then he ran. He ran as fast as he could if there was a roof or a surface in a jumping distance, he would jump. He ran around the castle dodging, evading, climbing regardless of obstacles that came to him. This was as close to the forest and mountains as he would get here. The ones in the distance were too far for a morning excersice.

He came to the watch tower, to the end of his run. He began climbing carefully but swiftly. He had come almost to the top when his left hand slipped from a small dent in a rock where he had is grip. A flash of a cannon ripped his mind for a moment. Quickly he clawed to the rock and his hand found a secure place. He was not going to fall yet. After a short breather an some extra hearbeats he kept climbing up.

Soon Nathair reached the roof of the tower. He stood up and looked towards North for a moment. [color=gold]"I won't fall again"[/color], he said and bowed his head for a moment. After a short moment of reverent silence he sharply lifted his head towards the horizon again and took two steps back to the edge of the roof. Nathair closed his eyes and leaned back. He was in air only for a short moment but that was when he felt alive. His past distanced itself from him rapidly. His home, his friend, his love, all that died or burned that winter in that small village stayed on that roof with the sunrise.

[color=gold]"...keep me safe and my wings strong. This, is what I pray."[/color] Nathair opened his eyes and stood up when a sharp knock on the door pulled him back to the room right before he fell to the haystack. This knock, didn't wait to be allowed in. He turned around and greeted, [color=gold]"Ma'm"[/color], with a nod when the door opened. [color=gold]"How can I serve this morning?"[/color] [@Knight of Doom]