Aibel | 2 Greentide, 1723 CE
It was a beautiful day, all things considered. The sun rays warmed the dirt below him, and seemed to absorb through the black leather jacket that he wore. The cool breeze that settled in at min-morning was enough to counteract the warming, leaving a pleasant spring temperature lingering on the skin.
Aibel walked along the rough path towards Mother Nanike’s orphanage.
