Maedhran yawned, leaning over the rail, lining the edges of the deck. The morning was bright and peaceful as it can only be, rosy sunrise illuminating the wooden ship, slowly sailing into a harbor. His crimson hair softly trembled in the salty breeze, but his light eyes were closing, despite the fact that he woke up only a while ago.
As mostly, he was clothed in light chainmail and armour, over which he wore a dark red hauberk with a single silver star at his chest. At his shoulders, a dark grey cape from thick wool, lined with soft brown fur, was fastened to the plates of iron by a couple of ornate clasps. At the upper side, if one would look closely, were numerous ornaments, circling through the threads, but from afar, it appeared plain. A sheathed sword hung by his side, placed on the right, instead of left as with most warriors. His black boots were heavy, a tad rugged, and were the only part of him that didn't appear clean and new. Even the long wisps of his hair, lining his snow-white face, were brushed.
His hand, till then holding his chin up, sled to the bag on his left side, heavy with important documents, ready to be carried straight to Kia's Court. Their ship was approaching the docks, and he was supposed to start looking for the guide, waiting for him. He didn't know what to expect - all he knew was that it's a woman.
The water softly rocked the boat that stopped by the docks. Several men rushed out before Maedhran nonchalantly straightened his back and got himself to walk down the plank of wood that they set from the deck to the wharf, still half asleep. He was relying on the guide to find him alone, rather than himself searching for her. It wasn't that difficult to spot him in the crowd, dressed in well-made clothes, crimson-haired, and instead of his right hand, only a tight silver cuff, carved with complicated ornaments, by his side. He yawned once again.
It was a cold, bright morning, with wind that sent a chill down his spine as it blew into his face, and his left hand pulled the cape to cover his chest. He saw a young, silver-haired woman, standing beside a couple of horses, and wondered whether that was the guide assigned to him. His mouth opened to a yawn again, and he covered it with his right forearm.
Where was that guide?
