Boars, trying to gorge me: 1 ( Read more... )

Rae moves through the camp like a sleepwalker, occasionally shaking her head. From one of the Weir tents, she drags out a warm, heavy fur. Without speaking, she wraps it around her, and curls by the fire. The woman falls asleep almost the moment her head hits the fur.

The soothing warmth and crackling of the fire lulls Rae to sleep. Oddly, even as ( Read more... )

After all the marching, all the waiting, we have finally arrived in Kitezh. We fought, in the woods. I think I came as close to death as I ever have, and, of all things, it was almost a *boar* that did it. My wound has healed, at least the physical one. I do not feel so bad, knowing it tossed Kazimir as well, and that it took nearly all of our ( Read more... )