Journal entry 3 – Moon Waning Gibbous
One last wave over my shoulder to the still singing folk at the Guild and I was off down the road, heading towards the rising sun. There are some mighty strong voices amongst them I can tell you!
It is dusk now, having walked quite a few miles, mostly uphill, I am settling down in a small copse for the night. A fire is lit and water’s on for some tea. Already, from this vantage point, I can see the mists that lay ahead. If I keep up the pace of today I shall make it to the edge at least by this time tomorrow, but it is downhill from hereon-in so I may actually enter the misted lands themselves.
The road so far has been totally uneventful, no lurking nasties etc., just the twittering of birds and the rustling in the hedgerows of tiny creatures, all very pleasant and safe-feeling. I suspect that will not be the case once I am under the mists, but perhaps my expectations are coloured negatively by the contrasting view between the land here under the sun being so very bright and verdant, and what I imagine will be dark and dank under the mists. I could be in for a very pleasant surprise though, who knows!
I have sensed Angaewen today. I must say it feels more than a little strange, unnerving even, to have someone with me whom I cannot actually see. I cannot work out if she is an extraordinary expert in the art of camouflage or, and this freaks me out more than I care to admit, she actually has the ability to become invisible. I am not going to dwell on that thought.
Tea’s ready! Time to put the journal away. Sleep beckons