Silence.

I forgot how peaceful my mountain was. I also forgot of the centaurs encroaching further up the slopes.

I lost the dagger that Nyx put her initials in, I hope she doesn't take offense. It was a sign of friendship, at least our forging the foundation of which.

Lox talks to much, we are just over two weeks into this journey and I am already considering having an accident occur.

My only reprieve is when I leave to hunt. Then nature swallows me, the shadows comfort me. I can almost see the glow and feel the cool warmth from it once again.

Silence.