Taala

Found:

Clarity.

Since leaving Rohan, I've had naught but time to think. I could dwell on apprehensions of what lies in wait for me, but I'm tired of doing so. Rather, my mind turns to specific portions of that. Not to the fears I have concerning their various reactions to my return but to the people themselves. To the people I walked away from, to those I left behind, each individual so very different and yet so perfectly poignant in their own way. My thoughts lie with them.

Found:

Camp.

It took longer than expected to get here. I'll admit a certain reluctance to move too fast, foolish as that may be. My feet drag for a reason, but not one that will make much difference in the end.

Anger flickers quietly within my heart still. Though it should not, we have discussed the matter at length and yet the thought of being placed on the same pedestal as the Snake widower, a man with one of the most strikeable faces I have ever encountered bothers me.

How could she think that of me? That I would stoop to such a level, of trivialising the love in which we share by taking to bed some back-alley Sally?

It was foolhardy to think that I could spend time with this woman and not grow attached, I knew it the night I questioned our attachment and asked what it is that we are doing here.

I knew that we could not remain friends and simply stay that way indefinitely whilst we shared one another's beds. A decision had to be made one way or another. A decision I did not want to make, a decision I knew I had to take.

Found:

A new plan!

Today has been interesting.

Neyaa. Dear, darling, delectable Neyaa! Oohhh, that woman!

    The day after I had written about the last events had been fruitful in a way.

Found:

Towerglan. Again.

So, bored out of my pretty little wits and in severe need of a change of scenery, I utilised that handily situated trellis to get myself up onto Steel's back again and rode myself straight out of Bree!

To Towerglan.

Ah, the smell of a new book. I promised myself that I would not get caught up in this again. Yet, here I am. Pen and ink to hand, there is little else to do at this hour.

Well, another day. Another deal done. I did not anticipate my stay would last this long, The Captain in Trestlebridge was more than willing to strike up a business deal.

The local whores were hard to miss, there was a time I would not have shunned a night of comfort.

“What is it we are doing here Neyaa?”  That was the question he asked that led to that terrible fight that almost cost us our friendship. And now I pose the same question, ‘What is it we are doing here?’