I am getting the hang of hunting in the Granite Spires. I can't say I am very fond of the terrain. I used to find some affinity with the rocky, barren land of the mountains and quite enjoy finding the places where echoes called back to me from forever. Now, I am just not very happy when I am out there alone. At one time, the sound of my blade whistling through the air and the humming of my blood rushing in my ears were enough to keep me company for marcs upon marcs while I hunted and trained.
Things have definitely changed.
I wonder if everyone feels it after awhile - the loneliness that creeps in like rain soaking you to the bone. I know that I feel it more and more when I am away from her for a long time and it seems I only feel real warmth when her smile is turned my way.
I train and I hunt. I try to do so while she sleeps and I look forward to the time we get together - there has not been a day when she hasnt been by my side and I want to keep it that way.
I have ventured into the Sea Caves, but not far. I am not fond of those caves as there seems to be a rather dire risk of becoming as drowned as the sailors that still haunt the area. I cant say I am looking forward to eventually hunting in the Dead Zone - and in fact, the more I think about it, the more I am enjoying the somewhat desolate but certainly open and crisp atmosphere of the crags. No hurry to the trainer, I think.
Unless she comes with me.

Reminder to self:
Retreating is useless without the administration of health potions.