MrChuffiewuffie

I have never been one to be concerned about becoming lost. When i do not know the way forward i simply wander without aim and rest in the knowledge that, eventually, my aim will find me and together we shall continue! Had i turned back and gone in search of the pathway from which i drifted amongst the heavy scented flowers i should never have met the intriguing gentleman who i now walk alongside. I use the term gentleman, as he has such a distinguished manner and direct sense of purpose about him, and of course the most wonderfully gentle nature! As i reached a small clearing in the woods and began to climb the rise that lay in front of me

It is funny thing how one can seem so sure of the steps one takes until a chancing glance upwards will reveal that in fact one is not so sure of ones bearings after all! It all began as i wove my meandering path back down the mountainside, my body feeling heavier and safer in the good earths firm grip with every step. On reaching the valley floor i followed a small grassy trail alongside one of Mona's mighty roots leading me gently to the grassy meadows that lay ahead. As i crested a small hillock at the point where the great root finally sunk down into the earth, i caught my first glance of the plains to the east. To my dismay a great army

High Atop Mt. Mona How many days now have I spent basking beneath blissful rays of blistering calm? What sonorous nights here have I spent tasking to catch the sound of Balthazar's psalm? Conjured to sleep above forest and ocean, entranced by his tones, they swell in my dreams. I've felt safe here, and warm, deprived of the notion to return to the valley, the trees and the streams. Only now that the white clouds are clearing do I consider a steady descent from the sky. The thin air appears to have been interfering with my desire to move on and self-reapply. But sights and smells now beckon beneath me I feel restless excitement a