Of Learning and Time

Mae Govannen, Wes thu hal!

The light grows longer, and stronger, with each passing day. Soon the Spring will take hold in earnest, as ever it does.

I wait now only for my Bow Horse to be sorted. I shall be in full operation before the month is out, most assuredly. I may have sorted a method for making a variety of interesting arrowheads using a very small forge. I will have to experiment when time allows. I shall soon be entirely self-sufficient in the matter of archery and related items. It does not mean I will not purchase things from time to time, only that I won't have to just to get things done. That is a relief.

In the City of Smiths I learned ways to shape the metal into arrowheads without having to weld much of anything. In the Bards' Keep I learned the working of wood for instruments. On the Island of Apples I learned to read the strands of existence. In the unnamed port I have been learning the making of ships. I cannot explain it to folk, although Wizardly types seem to find nothing strange in it. I dream, I know how to do something. Recalled from other lives, I am told, else the Spirit wanders to learn. I do not speak of it often, and then only to a rare few.

So it goes. The days pass, time flows by, the Winter of my life moves on toward the Rebirth of a new Spring of the Spirit. The Cycle is never ending. All things in their time and as they are meant to be.

For now, making, watching, defending, patrolling..these are the orders of my life. Livened with some harp or lyre music, along with the flute now and then. It is, and has been, an interesting life. Full of learning. It has had its share of trials, yet also triumphs.

Today I shall, perhaps, wander through the slowly awakening forest, perhaps in the garments of the Rohirrim women, perhaps not. We shall see.

Nama'rië