15th of Summer It was still prime daylight when Kristopher threw away that silly piece of cold iron. It wasn't even useful any more, but finding it still took more bells than what was decent. The sunset weighed heavily over him, its annyoing orange glitter coating the retrieved item in his hand. Each time it came back to him like a boomerang, and yet one time he actually needed it to be easy to retrieve it made itself scarce without thought or motive. Sometimes he even romanticized the stupid thing to be sentient, and doing all this simply to spite him. For whatever reason such attitude made him feel better. At least he didn't get crossed by a tool, but something more, malice and mind. With the grand hunt over and some relief under his belt, Kristopher was well aware the time to go back to his solitary confinement had long passed. It would still be wise to go back and prepare for tomorrow while this day still burned. The bag on his back server well to shelter the once sword. It was truly amazing how it meant more to him after its purpose was lost. Now that it was only a sturdy paperweight its value had grown in Kristopher's eyes. Yet back when it was still a sword, in a stupid squire's hand... well, it wasn't anywhere near this valuable. Come to think of it, this was probably the closest he came to understanding his father's speech about how a knight's weapon is more than just his tool. Arguably this wasn't a weapon any more, but it was still possible to use it as a really mean toothpick. His musing would soon be cut short by what he thought was steps. A more curageous man would've written it off as leaves rustling in the wind. Kristopher however, was not just any man. And his fear made his mind more agile, perhaps too agile. What if it was someone stalking him from a bush? What if they had a blade drawn with hurting him in mind? And what would he do if any of that was true? Draw his toothpick-like paperweight to fend them off? After staring in the suspicious direction for what was a good chime, he'd exhale for the first time. Maybe it was really all in his imagination. Truly sunset was the most fearsome hour in these woods. Some might've claimed night as such, but then again, Kristopher had never been in Bronze Woods at night. This was in fact the closest he had ever come to doing so. Hurrying to keep away from his first nightfall inside the forest, he could see Stormhold in the distance. He should have about enough time to fall asleep just after first bell of night. |