Song of the mind

My mother Yrda gave me a gift
It was hand stitched
It was a beautiful hooded dress
A lovely shade of brown
Perfect for travelling in
Perfect to hide my face from spies
Perfect to sit within nature and able to blend in

I within giây slipped it on
It was a perfect fit
I kissed her on the cheek
Then paraded around in it

After hiển thị it off
She braided my hair
I pulled up my hood
Carefully trying not to damage my hair

Fizzgig saw me leave on the border of the village
He tried to catch me up
I could hear him whinging behind me

I ran deeper into the swamps
Fizzgig no longer behind me
He must have...

Song of the Body

With the lâu đài in the distance
We stopped on a hill
I heard familiar rumbling down below on the road
The Garthim had raided my village
Returning to the castle

I wasted no time
Ordered my landstrider to race into battle
I charged down the hill
I didn't look back

Focused on the battle
I forgot about Jen
I forgot he couldn't speak to animals
I forgot all about him

Before I could head back
My landstrider rose
I slid off falling on my face

To my surprise
Jen came and sat beside me
I gasped in relief
Perhaps slightly breathless
Together we set the podlings free
But the then the garthim cornered us
I couldn't...