~Immen dúath caeda
Sui tollech gwanna(thach) ommen
Boe naid bain gwannathar
Boe cuil ban firitha....
Dearest notebook.
Another day in the field my arm is slowly returning to it's former shape but im not pleased with the progress.
My shoulder is still tense and i feel discouraged and unsettled.
The crushing feeling of being shackled down by the soreness makes me wonder in all if it will be fully healed.
"She rubs her face tiredly while fragments from the battle near the border was flickering by like ethereal images of a bad dream.
The taste of blood and soot and the shoutings and haziness filled her senses.
She recall a sharp commanding voice shattering the heavy sound of steel clashing together.
- Leithio i philinn! Si ath thur!
- Captain..
She remember looking into Aeruthuil's face
- Shhh ..Agoreg vae mellon nïn
His warm voice was filled with concern and care for his friend while he was shouting :
-Boe enni nestron!
-Keithia ..lasto beth nîn..
The last thing she recollect was seeing a tall man in a white cloak running towards them while the whistling sound of arrows was filling the sky.
A broken arm and few ribs meant months trapped in a bed being fed and changed like a child...
The threat that was discovered made an attempt to cross the border but was swiftly dealt with but not without a paying price.
An alliance had briefly been formed but the attack was yet an surprise.
Without taking notice her hand nearly crushed the pen.
The snap woke her up and brought her back to the presence and noticed what she had done "Ah bloody he...
" While she was repairing the pen memories from the last few weeks was flashing by.
-Ye did good today girly no need to push yerself.
The old man she knew so well lowered the wooden stick.
Henry was Bill Norwood youngest brother a friend of her uncle as his family had taken care of her and mended her wounds.
They were so alike same blond well kept short hair and that stubborn glint in those crystal blue eyes.
- How's yer shoulder ey ?
- Don't ye worry about it..i am just fine..*mutters while she inspects the wooden stick she was holding *
He chuckled
- Who are ye tryin' to fool hmm?
The frozen ground underneath her feet made a sound while she was moving around.
The tone felt heavy like a sack of grain slowly falling down on the ground but she knew he spoke the truth as always.
-Stop punish yerself do ye hear ? Oy i may be an old fogey but that ain't doin' ye good girly.
She knew her eyes reflected the dejection her heart felt as he simply reached out and gave her a fatherly hug.
- Ye have been visiting the graves haven't ye...?
All she could do was to remain silent as there were no point in denying.
-Come let us get ye something to eat and then how about some fishing and no more practice today? Let missus take a look at that shoulder.
She remember how her heart felt more at ease as all she could do was to smile as he gave me a hand with the fur cloak.
The memory of waking up another early morning with the same antsy feeling knowing sleep was long gone as a tall dark well known figure had been there as always following her in her dreams.
She slowly got herself out of bed and got dressed before she went for a walk.
The sun was about to reach over the hills as she arrived the place near the foot of the mountain as she looked down on the three graves.
She got herself on her knees and gently touched the ice covered ground.
The tiny jar with a heavenly blush rose that was standing near the smallest grave captured a glint of the aureate glow of the morning sun while it was slowly rising.
Words was no longer needed since the heart spoke and filled the mind.
A cascade of golden rays showered upon the wintry landscape as it transformed the frozen surrounding.
Like a flower that blooms in spring the reshaping of the scenery was prodigious.
My dearest friend i thought i would never going to set my eyes upon Bree but here i am overlooking the hills near Chetwood.
I have managed to rent a room for two nights but that was all they had left as i have to arrange my accommodation somewhere else until the deal has been sealed and the contract has been signed which will take another few weeks.
"she found her self closing her eyes for a few leaning back towards the tree as she recall the conversation with Henry's beloved wife Nora the evening before she left*
If she could describe Nora with just few words it would be that she is rather tall and slender.
Her winter white long hair is often pulled into a messy bun on top of her head.
She loves wearing simple cotton dresses with earthy tones and somehow it suits her.
-He will be there won't he .. ye ought to tell him one day ye know. " Her hazel eyes was filled with energy and warmth"
- I suppose he will be Nora...i hardly doubt he want me to , so i won't bother him that would be without care he has nothing to fear from me as ever... perhaps if we do stumble into each other i will if situation allows it."
Keithia curled up in the chair with a gentle smile upon her lips while she looked wearisome for a moment.
They finished the tea while discussing Keithia's uncles trades since she was going to give the ownership to Bill's oldest son Toby.
It was about time as it had to be done.
Perhaps i should take some days before it's time to map the trade route and take a stroll along the creek and do some fishing as it might do some good in all.
Nestad ú-dôl lim aen, dan telitha..
*She looked upon the serene darkening evening sky knowing her smoky gray eyes was revealing what was hiding inside her heart for a brief moment while she was slowly rubbing her shoulder.
The deep shadows made her realize it was getting late as she swiftly gathered her things before her petite lonely shadow disappeared into the woods.*
