Acceptance

[Jeremiah_Neckland]

He had laid his head to rest in a clearing near the village, still within fleeing distance into the village. He sighed as he woke up, sky blue orbs seemed to struggle from behind the eye lids. He brought his arms up and behind his head interlocking his fingers with a brief yawn. He wondered if his new life was going to be acquired or not. He raised up, he hadn't bothered to set up his tent for the night, he had laid in on his mat and used just his blanket as covered. Looking to his horse who he had named "Lady" for it's silk like mane. He looked around at his surroundings , then finally raised up.

"What are we going to do Ole' Lady?" he asked his horse as if it was able to speak back. Knowing to himself he was alone in a new place he knew nothing about his key thing was to survive. He rolled his blanket up inside his mat, moving slow for the morning but keeping an eye out for anything different. His long sword rested near him at all times, his bow on his horses back. He was thinking of how he was going to make, or find arrows but it wasn't his concern to do that now. He could punch, and he could swing his sword which to him was all he needed. Looking at the village he wondered how he had even gotten there. The lantern was still burning the night before. Picking it up slowly he blew the flame out, low on oil already he packed it up also.

"Well, what to do what to do?" he spoke to himself with an over exaggerated voice. Sitting on a stump that he had rolled out of the woods the night before, he looked to his horse then to the village. "I think it'd be best to stay to ourselves until noticed lady."