I don't remember what I was talking about, but I kept talking for him. There was a content air that surrounded him as he listened to whatever I was babbling.
But I also made sure to keep an eye on where we were going. At this point we had to be close to where the road wasn't as familiar. I could see some snow up ahead. But I didn't stop and kept talking.
In a breath of silence, I looked over at him. Since I was never really around people, I couldn't pin the exact expression.
Once we were a little bit into the cursed forest, I happened to take another look at him when a snowflake landed on his nose and startled him to a stop.
He looked up, eyes full of awe and wonder, as he whispered, "It's snowing?"
I was tempted to remark that it always snows here but his expression stopped me. How could I take this small pleasure from him?
So I settled for, "When was the last time you saw snow?"
"I don't remember," he muttered, not taking his eyes off of the snow.
I found a steady place to sit, cleaned the snow off, and got comfortable. He was having a good moment. I didn't want to take that from him.
I was going to wait until he was ready to go.
since the gΓ€vlebocken didn't survive (bad luck) or get burned (good luck), i'm taking 'eaten by jackdaws' to mean 'secret third thing'
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time lapse of all the birds yesterday
"Pour soul," I murmured as I came across someone who lost their way and perished in the desert. Necromancy is illegal and only useable by mages who heal people. I heal and raise plants.
The soil was too hard for me to bury the person and the rocks were far too hot for me to carry so I draped some stitched furs I had in my bag.
I knelt and prayed a quick prayer that this soul would be guided safely over to the other side.
The unicorn pawed the ground, aggrivated. I didn't know much about animals but I was taking this as a warning.
"It's okay," my stranger soothed, walking forward slow enough to not spook the oakwood unicorn.
It grunted and looked like it was about to charge and skewer him to a tree.
"Hey!" he snapped at the sentinel. He had guts to even think about doing that to a sentinel.
The unicorn reared its head in a way as if to ask, "What are you going to do?"
The highwayman walked forward with the same commanding presence that he just used. My best guess is that he needed the unicorn to know that he was in no mood for funny business.
"Hey, there," he murmured when he could pet the unicorn's mossy head. "Do you want a snack? Snack?" He pulled an apple out and presented it to the sentinel.
The oakwood unicorn, much calmer now, ate the apple.
"Come on, let's sit down," the highwayman suggested while he guided the unicorn down.
It nickered as it lied down beside him. Just as he put his hand in its hair, it laid it head down on his lap.
"And here I thought that only pure maidens could do that to a unicorn," I commented.
The highwayman just smiled up at me, "I have a horse like this one back at home." He looked down at the unicorn. "Mine has beautiful black fur and a sweet temperament."
The unicorn grumbled.
"Hey, I'm a little biased since she is my horse. You are a very handsome boy for a unicorn but you can't let my horse know that I said that, okay?" he told the resting unicorn.
The unicorn rolled so its head rested on the highwayman's abdomen. As the unicorn was moving, my highwayman made it so he was on his back.
"I'm very uncomfortable," he told me. I think he was on a decent sized, dull rock.
The unicorn nickered.
"Oh? Are you comfortable?" the highwayman asked the unicorn in possible sarcasm.
It had the audacity to nicker again.
His head hit the ground as he mumbled, "Of course you are." His troubled gaze found me again. "You better get comfortable, too. We might be here for awhile."
I couldn't help but giggle a little.
As I walked out under the night sky, I muttered a prayer. It wasn't continuous but mainly when ever I saw something that caught my eye, I'd say a quick little thank you prayer for it being created.
When I'd get back from my walks, I always felt better and ever grateful.
"Tell me something I don't know," I asked the strange man.
He looked up into the mostly cloudy sky and said, "All kids have magic. Some are allowed to keep it while others outgrow it."
"What makes those kids loose magic?" I scooted closer to him.
He looked... lost. "I don't know exactly why some don't keep the magic. Some say that they stop believing in the Elemental of the magic. Others say it depends on if their family had magic in it." His forget-me-not colored eyes bore into mine. "Then you get those like you. No one has come up with a rhyme or reason as to why you and other mages like you are here."
"I think they're meant to be here. All the mages and regular people. Everything wouldn't be the same without anyone missing."
"What about the disgraced king?"
"He is needed, too."
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