eumelia/joran

The walked from vendor to vendor, Joran's intelligent eyes looking over everything, taking in every last detail. Ren floated above his right shoulder, the drone had proven useful, beside him walked Eumelia, the older girl had been one of his first friends on the island. He didn't realize it yet...

Eumelia had come to the library to be able to write in relative peace and quiet. She could work a it better there if she had a good concept and could write a decent bit about it. Her current project was to make a longer poem, almost leaning towards a story. She sat at a table, her hand...