(Note: POV is still Meryl)
A week passed before I was able to get the ferret out of the mountain a back onto the beach and in that week I couldn't believe it, but I actually care for the ferret. He told me his dreams, which mostly amounted to just live peacefully; he didn't care what he would be either. He could be a farmer, a traveler, smith or carpenter. In the last two he actually had the skills too as he told me his brothers had been in those types of jobs before they died. At least I figured they died for he never spoke about them after talking about the war that must of claimed them as well as having driven them from their home and onto their ill fated voyage to the western coast.
"Get 'im out as soon as you can." Were Clarence's exact words as soon as he knew the ferret had woken up and because of that I found myself trusting him less and Hale much more. I had persisted to see what Hale had written, but I gave up to his constant response.
"You'll see it when I gone." Then on the last day before he left for the north he'd bound the book and told me not to open it until he was long gone.
"C'mon Hale lemme see it." I had asked playfully, but he was adamant. Even with this company I could feel a rift the rest of the Salamandastron hares and I as the week had progressed and then the day came when I stood upon the sand saying goodbye to my friend in the midnight hours so our archers wouldn't kill him.
"Okay, before I leave I'm giving you one word of advice. Do not remember me and don't watch me leave, just get back in there and be happy." He said it in a commanding voice with a small pack of food, as much as I could without suspicion, and then he took off through the dark.
"Why?"
"Your better off happy." He let the words hang before starting again. "Good bye Meryl."
"Good bye Hale." I found myself talking to empty air as the ferret took off through the darkness north towards cold mountain peaks. I wished him luck silently and hoped for the best for both of us. Immediately remembering the writing Hale had done, I dashed to my room to find it upon his empty bed.
"I'm lying across from it, a great spear into the sky . . ." It began . . .
A week passed before I was able to get the ferret out of the mountain a back onto the beach and in that week I couldn't believe it, but I actually care for the ferret. He told me his dreams, which mostly amounted to just live peacefully; he didn't care what he would be either. He could be a farmer, a traveler, smith or carpenter. In the last two he actually had the skills too as he told me his brothers had been in those types of jobs before they died. At least I figured they died for he never spoke about them after talking about the war that must of claimed them as well as having driven them from their home and onto their ill fated voyage to the western coast.
"Get 'im out as soon as you can." Were Clarence's exact words as soon as he knew the ferret had woken up and because of that I found myself trusting him less and Hale much more. I had persisted to see what Hale had written, but I gave up to his constant response.
"You'll see it when I gone." Then on the last day before he left for the north he'd bound the book and told me not to open it until he was long gone.
"C'mon Hale lemme see it." I had asked playfully, but he was adamant. Even with this company I could feel a rift the rest of the Salamandastron hares and I as the week had progressed and then the day came when I stood upon the sand saying goodbye to my friend in the midnight hours so our archers wouldn't kill him.
"Okay, before I leave I'm giving you one word of advice. Do not remember me and don't watch me leave, just get back in there and be happy." He said it in a commanding voice with a small pack of food, as much as I could without suspicion, and then he took off through the dark.
"Why?"
"Your better off happy." He let the words hang before starting again. "Good bye Meryl."
"Good bye Hale." I found myself talking to empty air as the ferret took off through the darkness north towards cold mountain peaks. I wished him luck silently and hoped for the best for both of us. Immediately remembering the writing Hale had done, I dashed to my room to find it upon his empty bed.
"I'm lying across from it, a great spear into the sky . . ." It began . . .