but the things that ruined you, loved you too
Bren cast her a grin. “You think of the crows and maggots? Bit of an odd hunter. Not a bad thing. Know a few, er, people’d be happy about that.” He paused, navigating over a fallen tree. “Reminds me of stuff my ma used to tell me… back when I was learning still. Watch yer legs don’t get tangled in this.”
This was an… odd change. Welcome one, though. Actually helping someone.
"Don’t hear any water, but maybe we’ll catch the main road. I figure if we head downhill we’ll meet a road or a river eventually."
"What can I say? I’ve a soft spot for scavengers," she said with a shrug, climbing over the fallen tree without an issue. It had been several years since she left Valenwood, but one never forgets how to move around in such an environment and in comparison, Skyrim had nothing too challenging for a Bosmer. "Some other people call it a waste but I think they’re wrong."
She gave a nod. “Well, there will be something, so long as we go in one direction long enough. A road or river, something that can be followed, at the very least. Hopefully this happens before my feet start to hurt, of course.”
[ update: dad brought me my laptop and the doc fiiiiinally decided i can sit up long enough to use it.
will try and do some replies on my various accounts lol ]
[ still in the hospital, turns out i broke some ribs? well, i didn’t break them. someone broke them for me. plus the bruises and mild concussion and subconjunctival hemorrhage. ugh! ]
Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman