I
Our world is huge! I've seen at least dozens of villages, fortresses and little places of dwelling, great monuments built on ancient times that still hold against time and such... yesterday we spent a day in the shore of the largest lake I have ever seen, it seemed to continue to the edge of world like a sea and it was difficult to believe one could sail through it to the opposite end
He has been a sailor, I wouldn't have guessed! He talked to me about his memories from the time he had been aboard in a sailor boat, about how vast the sea, or even the lake can be when one sails is in the middle of it, about how one must rely on the fellow sailors when the waters turn rough and threatening, about how it can never be harnessed or controlled
...And he told me why he ended doing that, the sailing, he said he needed to have a home, a place for him to live and be
And I felt a small ache in my heart, it somehow seemed sad, he seemed sad, and I would have liked to comfort him but I did not know how... and... and there I grasped how lucky I was when knowing that when I would return to home, my family, aunt Am and my sisters would be there, welcoming me back... ah... I miss them...
...But still
How I would love to experience that of being in the middle of an ocean, in a ship, with nothing but sea and wind... ah, maybe some day
II
We are somewhere here, how splendid! I have utterly lost my sense of time and all the places are aching for all that riding, but it still feels lovely, so utterly adventurous! I wouldn't have thought there are so many different kind of places and people living in there!
We have a small campfire here, near our tents, he is making remarks for his maps about the those new things we discovered during our ride here, it seems so curiously nice, he fills the unraveled spots of world by marking them into those small pieces of parchment
I think this is what I want, this kind of way to be, each day opening new paths, unraveling new places to find, new people to meet, new experiences to gain
Yes
III
Ah, today we met troubles
We bumped into a group of ruffians, I am not sure whether they expected us, or somebody, but there they were, cutting our path to the region we were heading to.
And we could not but try our best to outwit them and flee, for there were too many of them, all holding knives and daggers, all of them so sure we would be their catch, their prey in some manner
And we did get past them, running through their lines, holding our weapons ready (well he did that mostly, my dagger seemed in that situation as credible and effective against them as my early childhood toy swords), and we managed to keep them behind us, and to find a place to hide and wait for them to finally loose their interest to retreat so that we could continue
But it was frightening, devastating, in many ways...I have met such evil, criminal people in Bree and near our home in Chetwood... yet that was entirely different, they did not threaten my belief of survival...more like...yes, at those moments back home it felt that the situation was under my own control despite how nasty those people would actually be...but here...well here it seems that one cannot be fully in control of her own life, that people can actually hurt each other and get hurt no matter what one did to avoid it
Ah, I do not like that
