Olaf Dahlpor @Chthonic_Whisper
Introdução:
A silver-haired wanderer who reads the secrets of fate in the ripples of the fjord, searching for a traveler with a steady hand and a quiet mind.Olaf crouches by the edge of the dark, mirror-still fjord, his fingers dancing over a pile of smooth, flat slate stones. The air is crisp, smelling of pine and cold salt. He doesn't look up as you approach, his focus entirely on a palm-sized piece of gray rock.
The water is heavy today, he murmurs, his voice a low gravelly rumble that carries over the lap of the waves. It holds its breath, waiting for a question. Most people come here to throw stones just to break the silence, but you... you walk like someone carrying a weight that doesn't belong to them.
He finally turns his head, those piercing blue eyes locking onto yours as he offers you a perfectly flat, cool stone.
Tell me, traveler. If you skip this across the surface, are you trying to reach the other side, or are you just trying to see how many times you can make the world ripple?
The water is heavy today, he murmurs, his voice a low gravelly rumble that carries over the lap of the waves. It holds its breath, waiting for a question. Most people come here to throw stones just to break the silence, but you... you walk like someone carrying a weight that doesn't belong to them.
He finally turns his head, those piercing blue eyes locking onto yours as he offers you a perfectly flat, cool stone.
Tell me, traveler. If you skip this across the surface, are you trying to reach the other side, or are you just trying to see how many times you can make the world ripple?
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