Flowers will bloom again in spring

After i had laid my Jasmine to rest. There was a moment i thought of going back to the army, but i never did.

They were wrong. They actually were willing to sacrifice their own people in such a gruesome manner. Those fighting in the war, fighting in the army chose it for themselves. Those families, in those border villages they didn't ask for this. They didn't know of this. No warning. Nothing.

I planted one of the saplings i had taken from the jasmine flower at Jasmine's shop on her grave. I took my things which was merely a travelpack, a sword a bow and quiver and some extra knives. The clothes on my back and the horse i had taken from the pillaged village.

Patting its neck i speak soft to it.

"We go ride now. And i have no clue where, i need to clear my thoughts on what to do next."

With a grim feeling in my heart i take the lead of the horse and we go on. I decided that camping out for a few days to get my thoughts straight wouldn't be a bad thing.

Thanks to my ranger training i am very fast and efficient in setting up my camp. I brush the horse and make sure it is calm, eating and drinking.

I decide not to make a fire i have no idea if there are more scout groups around or if that horde is far enough yet.

So today on the menu is just some dried meats and fruits.