LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
Lyndvarr marched proudly south, continuing his search for his aunt. The herbs he'd taken from that foolish old man were tucked safely in their little hideaway in the battlefield. He could make far better use of them. Lyndvarr had no idea how long he'd been walking. He just picked a direction and kept going until he ended up in a place of strange beauty and even strangers quiet. Taking a deep breath Lyndvarr slipped through thick grapevine and into a clear where tall trees stretched to the skies with a canopy of the vines forming overhead. What in the world….
As he moved delicately through the clearing he caught the sound of another moving, turning his heart leapt. "Lærke!" he barked. Grinning he trotted over to meet her. "Jeg ser vi hatt samme idé… Har du funnet noe?"
