Dealing With Blonds

Where the Hell am I, NOT.

I dropped my head back down on the furs and bruyed it in my arms. I have never felt like this befor, my head pounding like it would expode, my lungs took in the warm air, my limbs felt heavy, and I just wanted to go back to sleep.

I would have had I not heard the sounds. The snort of an animal, the crunch of snow, the distent sound of a horse whinny, the garbled sound of distent voices. The sound of others. I was nolonger alone, but I was. The voices were far off and I was hidden in this remote corner. A peace fulled quet corner of the world, just for me. It was a bit unnerving though. The thought of being alone felt nice but it also was strange.

But like all things it ends. More snow cruched under somethings feet. Well atleast I have a geral ideal of were I am. Or more to the point were I am not. Nope its not the Barren Lands to the south of my homey mountains, that's nothing but an endless expance of tan rock. Im not in the Dry Lands, that's the desert to the south west.

My sences started to clear. I could hear the cruch of the snow as the person, or animal I did not know yet,walked past the tent.

So that left the large evpance of the Grass Lands, ancle high snowy field now in the end of winter, soon it would be a lush frield of waist high flowing grass. There was the aria around the Mist Volcano, nope thoth there eather. Was I still in the Darck Woods?

I threw my hand up when a flap in the tent was throne open and the golden sunlight filled the dark tent. A tall shadowy figher blacked the light.

A/N So ya sorry for the long wait....I have no exuses for you. Sorry that its short. So Where the hell is Sirocco?