Gyrfalcon's Keep Allora, pedala!

There’s a distinct ache that comes with walking away from the sandy shores. The further the distance, the more intense it grows. It fizzles out eventually, it always does. A life of a Seasman takes you away from the coast, like it or not. It’s a reminder that eases the homesickness. But there’s always a period of time of which he lingers. Too stubborn was he to say his temporary goodbyes.
He’d spent the early hours of the morning on the mountain; a border between the sea and the mainland. Falcon songs woke him and drew him ever closer to where they nested. When the sun broke above the horizon there was one less bird to join the choir. It dangled between Valentine’s teeth, who hummed a tune as he walked.