So, here I am. At last. I stopped
for the night at a fairylike, carefully tended place, whose owners have coaxed
the wild in gently and tamed it with a touch. The vines don’t swallow it; they
embrace it. The colors are soft and cheerful.
After a night’s rest I began to
realize how weary I’d grown. I had no strength to push on, so I lingered in
this pleasant place till it became necessary to spend another night. My coin
purse is getting too light. Well, I needed the rest. But I am determined not to
allow this journey to best me. I know my father’s blood will keep my eyes open
and my stomach satisfied.
It is evening now. The tree
branches lace a fading sky. Lavender. This place is fair. Fairer than my old
village.
The only thing I miss is Ariellie.
