Dearest notebook
It's another morning i find myself setting my eyes upon the luminous beauty of Brandywood .
The crystal clear water in the creek reflects the easeful sky while the trees embrace this piece of land and almost creates it's own sanctuary.
The sense of newly baked herbal bread brought a smile upon my lips while the smell was tickling my nose earlier this morning.
There is still no warmth in the air as the ground is still frozen.
It's going to take few more days until Bill and Toby has returned.
I have managed to build a training doll made out of straw and wood which will hopefully aid my shoulder a bit.
The enchanting spark of being able to hold on to the alluring moment of being out here made me feel more agile and made the practice so much easier.
Perhaps it is time to allow the daggers to rest and let the swords be part of the training.
Lilta glanced at me before she was wandering off into the woods while i was building a small shelter for her.
She certainly is my guardian and my family.
Before we departed i overheard a conversation in between two farmers talking about another storm that was on it's way.
Perhaps in all it might be a good time to gather supplies nature can offer.
As I was scouting earlier i believe i saw some bears in the glen not to far from here as well as deer tracks heading to the west side of the river.
For the better part of the day hunting is a must and perhaps i can do some fishing tomorrow if weather allows.
Watching the withered leaves floating along the creek reminds me of a tale Flora Applegreen told me as a child.
She always believed there were small folk living among the trees taking care of what the trees could provide.
The leaves were used as most.
I could almost see them the way she described them taking a stroll around with outfits made of straw and leaves and used a part of a pine cone as a hat.
Perhaps i should gather some material and create an outfit or two just to cherish the memory of such a wonderful person she was.
The recollection certainly added another luster to this rather foggy day.
*rubs her forehead with a faint smile upon her lips before she picks up her weapons and closes the notebook*
