A walk, a groan and a missing roof..
The road back to our town might prove to be longer than I thought. Definitely intolerable, now that I’m limping my way through after that horrid fall. I’m fortunate enough that Abel was with me; else I’ll be in some wild bear innards by now, getting digested slowly. “Can you still walk?” she asked. “I guess I still can!” I almost shouted the words out. My damn masculine ego is the only thing keeping me from asking her to carry me all the way home. No, to the Three Gulls Tavern first; ale is much deserved after this murky morning. Although she’s three years my elder, she never showed it to me. My stupidity sometimes leads me to think that she has a heart for me. But, then, I remember the voyages my tongue got me into through my escapades in the realms of women. With them, I fall easily, but I get back up with, a scar of course. But, Abel… I can’t afford going in that path with her. She’s a precious friend. An older friend whom I can’t define. Might never will....