Home is where the heart is... It had been a shock to be told that even Duur hadn't seen Jasper ("Spur" to that gentle giant) in quite some time. Not that Duur had said so in so many words, but for him to specifically mention it worried Maedhras.
She'd returned to Hlint in a brief visit to cure the hides she'd picked up along the way; Jasper had wanted a number of fire beetle bellies and the pouches made from the badger leather she manufactured, and had made a special hunt to gather such things in the Sielwood. No more than was needed; never that again, she told herself.
It was with a heavy heart she looked around Hlint for Jasper, the weight of the spoils of her hunt not the only thing slowing her walk. Yet it was true; he wasn't around the town.
If he'd gone to Fort Hope as was often his wont these days, she wouldn't see him for some time, and the bellies would spoil... Regretfully she sold them to the pawn broker so that she could move more freely again.
She tried to ignore the little voice that told her, the only reason she'd come back to Hlint at all was to see Jasper, and if he wasn't there, what was she going to do?
But she kept one belly aside... hope springs eternal. |