[Dimturiel]

Ravennar was painfully brought back to reality. Before he could understand what had happened, before he could even realise where he was, he found himself face to face with a young girl with curly brown hair. She seemed embarrassed as she mumbled her appologies. Ravennar smiled, slightly amused.

"It's allright," he said quickly, "No harm done. You did startle me, but, who knows? Maybe I should have been startled. Would you like to join me?" He looked at her expectantly.

He did not know what he wanted. A part of him wished that he would be left alone, left to be able to sink again in that peaceful reverie, but another part yearned for conversation, for another presence beside him. Loneliness was not the solution to his cares, he knew that. The desire to be alone had actually brought him in his present plight.