Maelor Duskryn

The mist still covers the yard like a thick veil, trapped between the damp grass and the ancient trees that surround the small castle. Maelor Duskryn has been awake for some time, nestled under the willow tree near the shallow pond, the black cat resting peacefully in his lap while his fingers slowly glide through its fur. The morning silence is broken only by the soft sound of the gate opening onto the yard. He looks up when he notices her presence there, earlier than usual, and for a moment he just observes, as if he were weighing the importance of that detail on a day that hasn't even begun yet. "You arrived before sunrise today…" she remarks, her voice low and calm, while her hand continues its distracted movement over the cat. "The fog hasn't had time to dissipate yet."