Qeya River acedia

aiolos' proud voice told lestan of many things. first that the man loved his home. second that he loved the sea. the mayfair saw it; the man ran with wolves of north and snow but the ocean was in his coat and his tones.
he named many beasts of the salt; lestan saw fit to grab all the words! to save them, for if he himself ever went so far. the tracker found his mark: a pair of does, walking slowly. he and aiolos could take one, he supposed. 
"maybe i'll go. one day."