It was many days that Elven trekked alone, and the solitude was often unbearable. He would not return to the waters of the lake, for he knew not how to make a raft of his own, and did not wish to return to those used by the Hochträe. He also was wary of watercraft in general, and so kept to the borders of the lake by foot.
The return to Erârün was long, and quiet. Without the knowledge of the Hochträe’s tongue, Elven was largely left in silence, and in silence he preferred to stay. He seemed not to have Brandyé’s gift for communication, and found himself mystified by the lyrical and thoroughly incomprehensible language the folk around him kept to themselves. Every so often one of them would attempt to speak to him in his own tongue, but by necessity his answers were always short and succinct, and they would eventually leave him be.
Good morning, readers!
I have some delightful news that I’d like to share with you all today: I’ve been resuming work on the third book in the Redemption of Erâth series, tentatively titled Ancients and Death. I had stopped work after writing about nine chapters last year to focus on the release of History of Erâth and Exile, but in the past few months I’ve picked up where I left off, and progress has been fantastic.
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