With one sandal on the ground, he began to lightly rock the hammock they now shared.
"It comes and goes, like the tides," he murmured thoughtfully, eyes still towards the skies. "I don't know- call me crazy, but I like the idea of traveling places far beyond our own. Windevher is so..." He made a face as his lips grew taunt. "We don't get a lot of foreigners.."
The waters were, after all, difficult to navigate. Only the Evheriens knew where the sharp rocks were hidden in the sea.. and not many were granted permission by his father, the King, to do trading.
Windevher island was- after all, seemingly the world's best kept secret, who only traded with the world in whispers and winds of the sea.