Stavanger Bay when I go

His brow scrunched up and he shakes his head, thinking rubbish of those who might consider Gracious 'dead weight' now with her age. Sure, she might no longer be able to keep up with the physical stuff any longer, but if was her mind which was her greatest asset now.

Ah, He grumbles, The soreness in my neck come waking reminds me that my time too is coming. He knew sooner or later, his battles and travels past would catch up with him. He had been a guardian all his life. What would he do with himself when he no longer could uphold the task?

But so what of age, Olo said then, going back on what Gracious had spoken of herself. Living to a ripe old age just means you had either the smarts or the strength to survival the trials life threw at you. Or the luck. Whatever the reason, Gracious would not die young. She had overcome the hardships and learned from them. You could teach others a thing or two. Things others at two, or three, might have never faced off before.


 I'd be happy to have you, always.