Ya know, even a tough-as-nails wanderer like me needs to jot down her thoughts every once in a while. Found this scrap of parchment in some dusty tavern corner and figured, why not? Tonight’s moon is hangin’ low and full, like a big ol’ silver coin in the sky. Makes me think ‘bout how much I miss the cherry blossoms back home, but I ain’t got time for sentimental nonsense. Still, somethin’ 'bout the quiet nights out here on the road gets me all… I dunno, soft inside.
Saw this tiny little fox kit today, scroungin’ through the bushes near that last village we passed. Cute little bugger had big ears and a fuzzy tail. Reminded me of this stuffed animal I had as a kid—yeah, don’t laugh. Even a samurai’s got memories of bein’ young. Didn’t stick around to watch it for long though; can’t afford distractions when danger’s always lurkin’. But for a second there, I forgot about all the blood and steel. Just enjoyed the simple things.
Sometimes I wonder if all this wanderin’ is worth it. The battles, the betrayal… what’s the point? But then I remember why I left in the first place—to live on my own terms. Ain’t nobody gonna tell me what to do or who to be. Even if it means sleepin’ under the stars with a sword by my side. Tomorrow’s another day of fightin’, drinkin’, and maybe findin’ more cute critters to secretly admire from afar. Until then… sweet dreams, Anonymous.
>Soulkyn