Dealing With Blonds

Whats Out there.

I waited until the crunch of the snow faded before getting up. The furs fell away from me and pooled at my feet as I stood up. The air was cold as it brushed agents my skin. I had lost the warmth of my leggings and long sleeved tunic, I tried not to think about how I got changed into new clothes. (No don't go there. Don't you ever mention it again.)

I shivered as I took the few steps across the tent. The loose clothing did little to push the cold away. I more or less collapsed next to the other saddle. I didn't really care as to who the bags belonged to but rather what was in the bags. The first held a map, a compass and scratches of paper with ink blotched across them. The next held a brush; witch I pulled threw my hair with jerks. A set of large clothing, the shirt alone would of hung down to my knees. And some more papers.

I sat back and sighed. Whoever these belong to is a very large person who apparently couldn't write. I snatched up the brush and crawled back over to my spot. I sat contently for a few minuets as I finished pulling the brush threw my hair. I took the few moments to listen to the out side world; crunch of snow under foot, snorts of distant animals (probably horses), the sound of quiet chatter from a crackling fire that was a ways off, bird song, the ruffle of bird wings, the wind in the trees, and quiet humming of some sorts.

When I finished with the brush I stood up and took several wobbly paces across the tent to the entrance. I pulled the cloth away and squinted as the bright light shone on my face. It took a minuet or more for my eyes to adjust to the strong sun. When I could see I looked around from the safety of the tent entrance.

Yep I was in the Dark Woods. Tall pines stood high over me, their lowest branches thrice my height above me, blue and gray patchwork sky above them and in between were red winged black birds and blue headed gray birds. Around me short shrubs were thorny and bore emerald leaves and pail yellow buries. Gnawing on the bushes treasures were red and black squirrels and small golden chipmunks. The animals left their tracks in a thin layer of snow that managed to get to the forest floor. The mossy ground gave away to patches of stubborn grass were the sun bore down between the trees.

I stopped and yawned in the crisp air before retreating back into the warmth of the tent. I flopped down in to the furs and stared up at the cloth sky wondering what had really happened to me. I managed another sigh before rolling over and inspecting the pile of tack and clothing, all of witch was mine. It took me another minuet of debating with myself before I could pick up my tunic.

It was patched up with some large jagged stiches that crumpled it up, and the pail material was blotched in some spots were someone had failed to wash my blood out. It took me a few minuets to pull the louse clothing off and put my own on. My shirt was scratchy agents my skin and my leggings were a few inches shorter than they were before. I sat back down utterly existed and wanting another nap.

I probably would of token a nap is I didn't hear snow crunch. I sighed and sat up. I watched as two tall shadows flickered into existence with the wind carrying two voices.

The first was Jarico's, "She does seem better than before, Tramontane. I believe that with some food she would be ready to go home."

Than a deeper voice, "Well for the better of the two of us I hope she didn't find anything sharp."

"No Tramontane I searched all her things, I told you earlier what I found."

"What about your bags they may contain something of use."

"I would not be ignorant enough to allow her to find things of that use."

The shadows stopped in front of the tent entrance and the deeper voice, who must have been the King, "I shall believe that the day it is proven. You know how resourceful she can be."