Trying not to think about it and failing

by Hildar Stormchild

So we set off. For home. What a strange turn my life has taken. My little tribe is keen to go so who would I be to stop them because of some sentimentality. And the winds blow me northeast with a familiar icy touch I can't resist. After all, maybe it's been long enough I can stay without feeling the loss of the Kaneth in every moutain and snowbank. Somehow I doubt that, but leaving again isn't going to be easy either. I know our tribe aren't going to stay, their poor forest souls aren't designed for the cold that lies ahead, but I love them all anyway, even the mysterious George. After all, friends have flaws. I hope I'm not kidding myself, I really need a reason to not try and stay; I'll not make it out there on my own for long.
Anyway, the events of the last week. We arrived in new treveneo, and straight away had to help them deal with some ogre pirates. Well, help might be giving them too much credit, as the only part these people played in the battle was taking up Frald's time needing protecting. He's a good person, and so is Kauri, they brought a man back from the brink of death. I'm starting to feel less uneasy about healing, if the everstorm wanted a soul it would take it, and there's nothing these hearth-god powers could do about it. That doesn't mean I like having their energy running through me, mind.
Anyway, we protected the town from these ogres, a job that brought me a good deal of joy; I hate the filthy things. Too many people have died to their bloodythirsty rage, including a good deal of Kaneth. They don't repect traditions, and for as long as I can remember they have terrorised tbe ice peoples. Bastards. I greatly enjoyed defeating them, especially as it gave me an excuse to summon a snow leopard from thin air, who I think I shall call Kyla.
On the boat-ride between new treveneo and the storm isles we passed the time nervously, me and mel gambled to pass the time, and I was so distracted I lost a good deal of money to the sailors. I can't stay, I mustn't. Or maybe I should, maybe this is the storm calling me back. We shall see.

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Lure and Leader
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Knives and Teeth {interlude}
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Dragons and Other Things
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