I have been here only a few days now, and already I can see the possibilities. Had I not been urged to look ahead, and give my best effort to keep eyes forward, I know now that I would have missed what is becoming apparent.
Yes. the wise one is right. I knew this in the beginning, though I admit looking away from the thing I have sought after for the past several years I find frightening. For the first time I can remember, I am afraid. Not of a person, or beast. Not of going into a dark cave of unknown things, but of letting go. My word is all I have of value in this world. I have given my word to try, and to give chance to something I have avoided since leaving the mountains.
Not so much having given my word to another. Knowing what little I do know of her, I feel she would find such unacceptable. She would instead council me to give my word to my own self, as it is me to whom I owe pledge. Of this, I am certain. There is much I can learn here, much that I had not considered until now. The others, though I know them only by sight and the names I can count on one hand, they appear to be loyal to one another.
None are without conflict, be it within ones self or with those they hold dear, admittedly or otherwise. I find it strange, though I have very little social experience to understand, it is clear to even me that together they will accomplish much. I am more accustomed to being the outsider in every setting, as indeed I am. Though here, I have not felt as such. As each day passes, I feel a little more at ease. In time, I can only hope to find my place.
For now, I will do what I can. Do my duty and carry out what befalls my charge. Also, it does not hurt the eye to be in such a place of beauty as this. I am indeed privileged.
Yes. the wise one is right. I knew this in the beginning, though I admit looking away from the thing I have sought after for the past several years I find frightening. For the first time I can remember, I am afraid. Not of a person, or beast. Not of going into a dark cave of unknown things, but of letting go. My word is all I have of value in this world. I have given my word to try, and to give chance to something I have avoided since leaving the mountains.
Not so much having given my word to another. Knowing what little I do know of her, I feel she would find such unacceptable. She would instead council me to give my word to my own self, as it is me to whom I owe pledge. Of this, I am certain. There is much I can learn here, much that I had not considered until now. The others, though I know them only by sight and the names I can count on one hand, they appear to be loyal to one another.
None are without conflict, be it within ones self or with those they hold dear, admittedly or otherwise. I find it strange, though I have very little social experience to understand, it is clear to even me that together they will accomplish much. I am more accustomed to being the outsider in every setting, as indeed I am. Though here, I have not felt as such. As each day passes, I feel a little more at ease. In time, I can only hope to find my place.
For now, I will do what I can. Do my duty and carry out what befalls my charge. Also, it does not hurt the eye to be in such a place of beauty as this. I am indeed privileged.
