This Moonsday marks two weeks since the ambush on the road. I don't know where I expected to find myself, but it was not here. I don't think I had any expectations, that first week wandering northward in Ashes. Maybe to find some sort of work swinging an axe, which I have found. Which I hope I can keep. Tonight I may have stepped to far again. I mentioned to Kolbrá that she seemed happy on the ship, and something in my tone must have reminded her of my disapproval of her plan to wed this unknown Prince of Kiragz.
So no stories on the deck tonight. These new constellations will remain strangers to me.