The Will of Bosk

It had been the longest walk of my life. It was warm, a bit to warm for the layers of deeply hued greens of fine woven cloth and velvet. I had to slip off my boots, and bound the lances to just swing them over my shoulder with the bota strap and my strap of my leather pouch of personal items I was carrying. Even the bands of golden bracelets felt heavy, a I would run my fingers across designed bands, as each meant something different. Nine on each arm, one for every year of my life. I had placed the two plain ones in my pouch now replaced by the one Blushes gave me, and the one Big Red did. I exhaled at the thought of both of them, feeling the threat of tears. It always comes in three, I think I had hit my limit. Three. But the turnings always seemed to keep rotating. My new three was..being forced to leave the North, One. Walking this stream leaving my hope chest behind, as me and Honey follow three bosk, and a small herd of Verr. Two. I was almost afraid of what Three would be.

I had to say, the grass was nice under my feet. Lush, soft, and cool. I was considering loosening the ties along my chest over the long sleeves of tunic I was wearing when I saw speckles in the far distance. They were between us, the brown Thassa of bosk and the Outpost looking mass. Perhaps they were guards.

I called to Honey, pointing out the many gatherings of dots in the distance, as they clearly were looking at the three bosk far ahead of us, and logic said...if I could see them, they could clearly see us. I told Honey to run on down and have one of them get a small cart or something, cause my feet hurt. I want to speak to someone important. Make sure to ask first if there is a fellow named Para-vaci around, cause if there was...perhaps this isn't one of those Merchant Outpost. I have heard about wily outlaws from the books Blushes would read to me. For a moment, I felt a cool rush in my chest. Weird feeling. Made my skin prickle all over. I looked up to the Sky, my mass of long crimson locks bound back with a green velvet matching ribbon, almost as rich at my eyes. The heat made some of that coolness fade from my lungs, but it lingered deeply within. Honey being the slut she was just took off running calling out "Jarl's! Over here Jarl's!" I shall switch her for that once we return home. Wanton slut. I reached down picking up a weary lamb, born not to long before we left the North, honestly I was surprise she lived through this trip, but in her blue eyes, it showed she was exhausted as I was. Taking a step towards the waters, I sat on the shoreline, dipping my toes into its welcoming sooth caress. My hand ran down the fluff of down so pure and soft on the lamb. I thought of woolen blankets of newborns. I would wait, see where those three bosk had taken us.