Unfortunately, our progress has been impeded. A late fall of snow has closed the path to us for the moment. After much discussion, we have chosen to wait it out. The only other path that either of us knows of goes through the north of Angmar and that, unfortunately, is crawling with Trev Duvardain.
Not only would it take us weeks to take that route, but the chances of us getting by with so many of the rival tribe in the area are rather slim. Perhaps I might have managed it alone, being so small and in possession of an ancestral dagger marking me as being of their line, but Aakusti is the son of Crannog and thus far more noticeable.
We have retreated down the mountain path, back to the greener areas in an effort to stay warmer for that bit longer before we brave the frozen wastes ahead of us. We are again using the small shelter that he made for us and whilst meat is scarce this far up the hillside, he roams far and wide in search of suitable fare during the day. I cannot help but feel a little useless right now; I am not the same manner of hunter he is. I cannot track creatures or bring down a buck with a well-placed arrow. My skills are limited to forraging, snares and hand-fishing. I can do little but take a wander up the track and check the bloackage each day, keep the small campfire going by searching for small dry sticks and bide my time.
With luck, the snow will melt soon and allow us to get by. The sooner we get this over and done with, the better. He can return to Aughaire and I can return to Bree-land. At this rate, Cyfier will come looking for me and I cannot but think that such an action will only cause trouble. He would do so out of the goodness of his heart, I know that, seeking to save me or protect me. It is... sweet, but worrying. Aakusti is brash and likely to start a fight. I do not want that.
I just want to complete this journey, see Aakusti go home and return to my friends in the south. I want to know that Cyfier is safe, that mother has not yet managed to get herself hanged and that Lustwyn has not yet done something stupid enough to be gutted for. I want a peaceful life. Perhaps I ask too much.
