*slowly getting out of the tent while she is carrying her notebook untidily dressed with a fatigued expression and drowsily pours up porridge into a wooden bowl before she grabs a small piece of the dried herb bread and finds herself a shady corner among the trees*
Dear notebook
My dearest friend i know i have neglected you for sometime for that i am sorry, time has not been on my side lately.
I have been sleeping for days still yet it feels like an eternity since the mind found peace and natural rest.
The herbal tea of chamomile and linden gave me the calmness that was needed to fall into deep slumber.
It's almost winter .
The camp must be preparing for the frosty season that is soon upon us.
*looking at the bowl with a empty glint in her eyes.*
Echoes of the past flickering by like fragments while the genuine respite remains idle as a prisoner in the grasp of the impression of lightlessness that shackles down the weathered soul to find the harbor.
The broken puzzle somehow creates it's own unique pattern like the brush had it's own will.
One of the images that floats by is a heart warming gathering among friends as it's someone's birthday while another reflects upon an ardent kiss in a lascivious embrace while the alluring words of love filled my ears.
Another mirrors the terror and pale expression of a young girl with hazelnut brown eyes that sat curled up in a corner.
The sensation when i twisted the dagger twice as the well- known instant sharply sound was ringing in my ears when the neck snapped of the foul smelling man i was holding in a tight grip.
The stench of muck filled my lungs while the sense of the silky warm blood covered my hand
followed by the familiar heavy sound that somehow filled the room almost like of pile of wet cloth falling down on the floor when the lifeless body was sliding down . The girl gasped for air as i recall i reached out and gently placed a finger in front of her face before i tenderly adjusted her thorn dirty cloths to cover up the naked skin and arranged the straight brown hair that was covered in dust.
- Shh....av-'osto hên.. yer father sent me to get ye.. come we need to leave.. do ye trust me ? mhm?
I slowly got the girl on to her feet's in a soft embrace as the girl quickly nodded at me.
*A dried rose fell out from the book as she picked it up and simply pulverized it with her fingertips in a voiceless oath that she would stop covering up and protect that deceitful infidelity pompous spineless numskull any further*
The strong feeling of firmness of being aware of the crumbles that somehow creates the path that materialize itself when the feet's starts moving.
With wounded lips the taste of life fills the conscience with insight and allows it to take in and opens up a rift that was closed before.
The flesh will fade away from my bones before the sundering winds of life that marks my soul will leave.
The sun is already high upon the sky so i better tend to the daily chores and make some herbal pillows and some essential oil before i bring it back to the camp.
I need to find more yarrow roots and dry them before it's getting to cold and find Lilta and start packing.
It's time to leave.
*leaves the bowl with porridge she barely touched near the trees for the birds while she picks up the gory dagger from the ground and starts cleaning it with her shirt*
