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Crickets chirped peacefully as owls awoke, letting out their call into the dark night in the Trollshaws, where the thick evergreen coniferous trees protected the makeshift camp well. In the fur and leather bedroll, with a tent stretched over the top of them lay Hiath and Briannon – also known as the Vagabond and Skylark – as they woke up from a brief rest, though darkness was still in the sky.
I dived deep in this, just as skylark in her flight with song on my lips and heart. It brings a lot of joy to me to see him, that warm feeling when he is near, for the time we share same direction, path or fate.
He followed me all trough my return to Bree, a foreigner to this lands, Southerner but not of the kind we usually see here. Ruddy, travel worn and large as oak tree, that i must climb on as in my childhood.