The village was quiet and small, it had a few basic shops, and an inn for travelers to take shelter. The people were secure and pleased living as they did, working the land and using its harvest to feed themselves and families. Trade in natural products did very well here, fish especially. I guess sitting near a massive sea had a hand in that, also good relations with the other neighboring villages. They all seemed so peaceful and content, wishing to remain that way, living for the day.
It has been two days, I should rest soon. There is a village in the distance, just across the open field, I should have rented a horse for this kind of travel. Luckily, night fall is soon so the heat of the day will cool down shortly, at any rate I must keep walking. The smell of spring time flowers is soothing, making the journey more pleasant and momentarily relieves the wandering mind. Maybe here, maybe this time...I could make a home. Maybe. The idea refreshed my weary body, I stepped quickly, inhaling the sweet scent of renewal as I made my way. This time will be different.
