BIGGER THINGS WILL
COME YOUR WAY
How many passages does this
mountain have? Where the
rounding canyons meet the
rolling trail? I can't even see
the sky from here. This looks
down but I don't know how.
When I left Fenestre Springs,
when I left Almagar Meadow,
when I left Arabian Glen, they
were all just places on a map
which had come to life and to
which I had been. Now this.
I am lost without a compass
and sick without a meal. There's
nothing left in this sack of wheat
but ashes. No meat, and hardly
any water but what I find. It could
be more difficult, this travel,
but only if I were blind. I'd
do someone's bidding, if
there was only someone
Is this how bounty hunters feel?
Is this the feel of the hired hand?
Is this the feel of the bounty hunter,
hired to find the land? Surely,
bigger things will come my way.