Winter Shadows of the Vale

𝖖𝖚𝖆𝖌𝖒𝖎𝖗𝖊

𝖖𝖚𝖆𝖌𝖒𝖎𝖗𝖊 (𝖓) 𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖜𝖐𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉, 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖝, 𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

The girl is unique to say the least. And that's not on being a Shadow Teller and all that. She's pretty normal is the sense. She isn't very strong but if she did learn how to use the powers she'd probably be unstoppable.

Groaning to myself as Witz kicks me I turn up to my old companion whose nuzzle is in my face, "Morning, boy. Help me up."

He sways his head so his reins fall over for me to grab, he picks me up relatively easy and I pet him in thanks. "I think Winter still has a pear or two.

I head over and grab one and toss it towards him and his mouth opens to catch it. "You're getting good at that."

He neighs, "Guess I better wake her up."

I look over through the trees and see the sun rising higher. A few steps is all it takes to get to her and shake her awake. "Winter?"

She groans and turns away from me, "Come on, sun is up."

It takes her a moment to finally get up and wipe her eyes, "Hey."

"Hey." I mutter back and she finally looks at me. "Is there anyway I could wash up? I know it's a pain but I really am starting to stink."

I think for a moment, "Sure. Come on, I know this trail. There's a stream down the way we're heading.

A bath is all the encouragement she needs to get up and moving, putting her dagger around her waist by connected it to her belt. Witz comes over and she hops on, I coming on after her. 

As he starts to move, I suppose I never realized how close she was to me. It doesn't quite bother me, we don't exactly have another horse and I doubt her legs could keep up forever if we even took turns.

Witz is a strong boy and I don't doubt it, but he also needs a break. So the idea of the stream is a good idea for all parties.

It's a mile off in comfortable silence do I finally hear the running water, "It's off this way."

I pull Witz's reins in the direct I want and he weaves through the trees himself. As we approach the stream I pull Witz over and get off. Winter follows and I point her over to the stream, "I'll be right here. I'm gonna take Witz over here and we'll be in a yell's reach."

She smiles and heads off. I move over with Witz, who also knows the land, so he happily heads off in front of me. His head is quick to bow down and start drinking from the slow flowing stream. 

"Better?"

His head lifts for a moment and he neighs softly, I laugh and pet his mane. "Good boy."

Turning around I sit down against one of the bigger trees there, watching the water flow past. In a few seconds two birds come and land on Witz and he doesn't seem to care and they fly right off and into the neighboring tree.

Peaceful out this way. Completely forgot about this way after mom died. I knew it was a morbid thought but I only had good memories here.