Barrow Fields Vedrai, vedrai!

@Bartholomew!

He moved further inland where the grass bowed in the gentle wind like vast wheat fields under a farmer's scythe. Despite the idyllic scene, Pier carried with him a sense of ingrained tension - his gait was stiff and agitated, his face sharpened into his customary frown.

It was true that he had left his life behind (or had been altogether forced from it) but he found that old habits were difficult to cull. This morning he had woken up, heart pounding, believing he had been running late on an errand. Instead, his eyes had opened to an empty bedside and a shuttered view of the ocean.