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reflections for the lost

30. Land Sharks

I have found that it is easier for me to touch the Else when I have a full night of rest. On our journey to the lands of House Abrantier, I have been finally sleeping sounder. Touching the Else makes colors more vivid and everything come into deeper, clearer focus. I can almost feel the rhythm of the earth below me, and the gentle but incomprehensibly strong winds, like breaths of the world. I have taken to making my walks into the night during the first watch, while the sun is slowly setting. The dusk time is almost as good for clear thinking and writing, but I miss the stars with their winking gazes.

Last night my sleep was interrupted by an eruption of earth. Two huge beasts, with armored backs and arm-length badger-like claws burst from the earth and pounced on our guards. Anathea was almost crushed to death by the wedge-shaped head of one of the beasts. After a few hurried minutes of combat, we were able to defeat them, but not before Bramblebeard, Grayn and I had to face off the second beast alone. Malakon and the others had rushed to Anathea's aid, unknowingly leaving us to bleed upon the claws of the beast. I attacked the flank of the beast and was almost crushed within a hair of my life. Grayn was similarly injured, and had to back away from the beast else lose his life. Bleeding and wheezing, I fought on, mainly to distract the beast from devouring Bramblebeard. I must be able to better control my blade. I must find focus deep inside to strike at these beasts.

After the battle, when our wounds were healing, I thanked Bramblebeard for staying on and attacking the monster, who we now know are called by the name "Bulette." Although I was staying in combat to try and preserve him, upon some reflection (an activity most gainful while your bones and flesh are knitting, aided by magical power) I realized that if Bramblebeard had not stayed on to attack the beast, it would have turned on me, as I was attacking its flank, and without any doubt devoured me. He gruffly smiled back at me and mumbled something in his own tongue. I think he was even more surprised when I presented him with a pledge-gift. While I was healing, I cut a small black, silver and white lock from my hair and slowly wove it in the shape of his towershield that he once wielded to much effect. I gave it to him speaking these words: "Ilâh and the Light willing, I pray someday I will offer myself as Shield when you are in dire need." He accepted the gift and bowed his head in thanks. Bramblebeard is a particularly interesting companion. I have never met a dwarf before. Perhaps there is much I can learn from his bravery.

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