I'm happy for him. I really am. He's out of the cave, out of danger and he's got all the food, clothing and special company he needs. Asher is doing great for once.
And while I don't dispute the ethicality in summoning spirits like for a few asly tokus, it's kept him from falling over and dying in a ditch. Which would be detrintal to my goals ofwell, seeing the world and doing things, anything really.
"I've really got to find a hobby" I mutter.
I hear so giggling; it's certainly directed at . I turn and find a petite girl, ladywoman. She's smiling up at , her eyes are a shade of blue that reminds of the spring and her lips are pink with blood, a sure sign that she's healthy.
"You probably should get a hobby." She says, "Oh then again I should too. I've been walking in your steps this entire ti!"
She laughs again, at her own expense or mine, I'm not sure which but it's beautiful.
"Ah, you're very healthy."
She tilts her head and I realize that's not how you complint a woman. "Ah, I'm Anselm, Squire of Sir Archibald of Riveden!"
She perks up, "Oh, you're a squire. I've never t a squire before." She takes my hand in an instant, squeezing it in hers, "Co! Tell of your tales of daring and adventure!"
"Oh, I, uh," I trip over my words just as I nearly trip over my own feet walking next to her, "There was a war once."
"A war? In this Kingdom?" she asks, she looks doubtful.
"No, in another," the lie spills out faster than the truth, Asher must be rubbing off on , "I serve under my Knight, we went out to war together. My Knight, Sir Archibald was given command over an entire battalion and I was to be his right-hand man."
She nods, urging to continue, so I comply, ignoring the n, won and children of Ioina as we march out hand in hand to the fields. "The enemy was just a hop away from the March we were in and the Marquess of that March had given us all the supplies we need to set off and deliver justice to the infidels."
"Sir Archibald gave the order and the entire battalion marched out. We marched for days and sotis even nights before we ca across the first enemy settlent."
"It was a village, but the enemy had prepared for war thoroughly and had made the effort of building up their defenses. They absolutely could not have their front falling to our advance and in a futile attempt to delay us, they paraded a captured Drake to demoralize the n."
She gasps in horror and excitent at the ntion of the dreadful magical creature.
I smile and squeeze her hand, reassuring her that I am here, and this is an epic tale that I survive.
"But the Kingdom I served knew what vile tactics the enemy would employ, and that's exactly why the battalion was given to Sir Archibald and I to command, only n such as we could look dread in the eye and not give in."
"Did the enemy release the drake? Did it attack you? How did you survive?"
I chuckle, "The enemy saw our advance and they indeed, vile as they are, release the Dra-"
I'm cut short by a sudden burst of vertigo.
Oh, no. My ti is running out. I look to her, she's waiting, she's concerned.
"Are you alright, Anselm?"
I can't let her see that I'm
"Yes, I'm fine. I probably just need to lie down." I smile down at her as her face squeezes with worry. "I just t you and you've been so wonderful to ."
"You will return?"
"Yes, I will."
She nods and let's go of my hand, "My na is Seara and I expect you to finish your tale, Anselm."
I turn and let myself off of the ground, "I will. I promise!" I yell as I let myself fly off just in ti for my ti to run out without her discovering.
Seara. What a beautiful na.
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