I met John while scouting the road, I was looking for a place both Merchant and Little red could get down onto the forest path, but mainly Merchant, I don't mind helping my sister down a sharp slope but to have a large Cow skidding towards you down a slope is another matter entirely. He looked... I'm not sure how to describe it, troubled wasn't really the right word nor angry would really define it.
We're all traveling together now, red's on merchant (John and I eventually found a pathway that took us down by the stream.) johns barely speaking. Which you'd think I'd appreciate but somehow I don't. He's marching along at a 'lets just get there' pace, I recognise it from when I was heading to war. I'm not sure what's going to happen when we get back but I find myself worrying for my friend. In an effort to cheer him up I've just asked him if he'll teach me how to do the washing properly, it didn't even raise a smile. I suppose he thinks I'll not bother when I get back to Glenhoe.
Strange and difficult times are ahead me thinks, but for now I'm enjoying being in the shade and having the leafy greenness around me. The shafts of sunlight keep flickering onto the path so were not deep deep into the forest yet but by tonight we will be. By then I'm sure I will be uneasy, I've already got my bow strung and ready should we encounter bandits... Or maybe just dinner. Pheasant might be nice for a change. We shall see. Maybe a good meal would improve Big Johns mood.
