Cearo's Journal

[Cearo ap Cadarn]

Lanval says we'll reach Camelot today tomorrow. I doubt that. I don't think he's lying, but the snow is making him move slower than an ice floe. His little horse flounders along and he calls it making progress. I keep telling him we would make better time if he would just get off of the animal and walk.

I can't tell if pride or stubbornness keeps him riding.

Snared a rabbit earlier. The pelt is thick and an even white. Maybe it will fetch some coin once we get there. These people are so different I don't even know if they would see the value in a good pelt. I should have enough of their coin left to buy some paint. The shield Derfel gave me needs a new coat and Skoll and Hati I think need to be replaced. Maybe Yggdrasil. I'd like that.

I miss you Derfel, even if you're ill tempered and more sour than a bear with a sore tooth. You sent your shield with me, Soll and Hati ready to devour anyone that should attack your little sister. Maybe I can bring you back some of this flat armor they wear, even if it looks cumbersome.

You told me a back is never more bare then when it lacks a brother. Then I thought you were just being ... you. But I know what you mean now. All my brothers are far from me, and I have never felt more vulnerable. I have companions and even trust some one of them. But even Lanval I think would worry more about himself if something were to go wrong. I miss having someone worry about my back.

I miss you I miss my brothers kin I miss home

At night, sometimes I think I can almost hear the waves.

To take up great resolutions, and then to lay them aside, only ends in dishonor.

I told myself I would find her family.
If there is any.
I will not be forsworn.







Lanval still thinks I should ride the beast. I'm not sitting on an animal.

[Cearo ap Cadarn]

Skoll chases the sun trying to eat her while his brother Hati pursues the moon. Once Ragnarok comes, the brothers will finally catch and swallow the sun and moon, freeing their father Fenrir.