I gave my first journal to Davick that he might understand some things that I could not bring myself to vocalise. I seem to have lost the second one from my saddle-bag, or perhaps left it back in the house of Baradar. Either way, it would seem that I need to start a third, and this I now do.
The farewells went easier than I had expected. Daigan finally expressed some support for my journey, although he did not seem too happy when I mentioned that I must first take a detour and search for Davick. Still, he understood and agreed that, were it he rather than I, he would do the same thing.
Baradar was similarly supportive of my decision, although I saw the sadness in his eyes when he realised that I was to leave that very eve. I promised him that I would return, that I would never forget about him and that I would be careful. Neither of us like long goodbyes and thus, reassured although still worried for me, he left upon his goat. I like that he worries for me, it makes me feel like he cares, and yet I hate being the cause of his concern. I hate knowing that I am making him feel bad and were there any other way, did I have any other choice, I would stay just to keep him happy.
I had to leave, though. I have to do this.
It has taken me longer than perhaps it should to reach the border of Bree-land. I am still a nervous and inexperienced rider, but Arantha has been kind to me. She goes slowly, steadily, as if to reassure me that I will not be allowed to fall from her broad back. Still, I do not feel comfortable riding her yet and sitting in her saddle all day makes my rump ache abominably! She is a sweet-tempered beast, however, and does not take it personally as best I can tell.
I am here now, just a little on the Bree-land side of the Brandywine bridge. It is not yet dark, but I decided that I should camp here for the eve in order to steel my resolve. I did not want to come here, I did not want to step foot again inside the bounds of a land that has been a prison to me for so long. I am in danger of discovery, this I know. I am not safe. Even looking at the land ahead causes shivers to run up my spine.
I shall do this, though. I shall travel onwards through a land I dislike, hoping to avoid those who wish me harm. I shall push myself forward and I shall find him.
