Sometimes it is the simplest things that keep a man going. Like bosk .. or the face of someone that is important to you. I missed my new mate .. my Boots .. T'zuri. I missed her voice.. her singing... and the way she had of splitting my brain in two between strangling her and kissing her. I can not wait to see her. I can not wait to smell her hair .. I can not quite remember what it smelled like. I know though that as soon as I see her I will remember. It plagues me .. that I can not remember. I do not recall much about my arrival. The entire thing is somewhat vague to me now. I do remember sitting at the fire with Cana and Falon and Rook. Cana brought me a bowl of stew .. made me remember another bowl of stew. She has always been there for me when I needed a friend the most. Friends with stew .. the best kind of friends to have.
They made a bit of a fuss about me .. not sure why. Other than I will admit I am not looking myself yet .. but that will change with time and ... lots of food. I asked about T'zuri .. but no one would talk to me about her. Last night I wanted to talk .. to ask ... to dig into the looks cast between them a little more but I was too tired.
Rook said something about sleep .. sounded good to me. My wagon .. my furs .. sleep.
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