Now most everyone knows my favored drink is fresh warm bosk milk. Everyone .. well that was a long time ago. Do you know how hard it is to wrap your head around the fact that people have lived for three years and to you it feels like a day or two?
Everyone used to know my favored drink is fresh warm bosk milk. Nothing better .. strained of anything that does not belong of course.
I had the slaves trained to bring it to me perfectly. Wooden cup. Fresh from the bosk. Presented with a little style.
It is good to be home. It is good to hear the low sounds of the bosk. The smells ... the warmth of the fires and the voices of a million people all Tuchuk. Hot blooded and ready to live every bit of their lives with the do or die courage we are known for.
But if I had to pick one thing .. that I am the most thankful for right now. I think it is this simple bowl of fresh warm bosk's milk.
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