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Day 3 of Sam Week - Chevruta: studying together, friendship

Who needs a moon when you have these pasty white globes running around.

Henry awakens in an unfamiliar place after a long night spent in a limbo of pain. But that cloud is lifted by his closested friend, Hans. Now that Henry has awoken, they have much to say and discuss. Many words on past deeds, on their path forward, and them as a whole are exchanged.

Henry: That’s the love of my life that I constantly think about but can’t be with cause “society” and “rules”. I must be Responsible and hold back and yearn from the side instead.

Now that Henry is safe and recovering, Hans has some talks with Barnaby and comes to a realization.

Henry is tracking down Vostatek’s horse when, unbeknownst to him, he is saved by a ghost. This time though, the Ghost of Kopanina is too late to stop fate.

Dialed the angst up to 11. Put the blond man in a Situation.

Inspire by this art by @pinacoladamatata

You level up in riding but you don’t ever learn how to. This is a game that makes you learn to read cause Henry doesn’t know how so I do feel it’s intentional. But when? And who taught him? And why? He’s a blacksmith boy, why would he know? They lived next to the stables so maybe he learned from the stablemaster there? He does have that line to Hans when he asks if Henry had a horse - “Where would someone like me get a horse?” Well, where did someone like you learn to ride???

The contrast with how Martin appears to him is so different. He is always apologizing to Martin for failing him, at Skalitz and as a son. He’s always trying to prove himself to Martin and to himself that he can be the man his pa wanted him to be. Henry has all these expectations that he places on himself that he thinks Martin wants of him.

In reality, Martin would never have said or thought any of that of his boy. All he wanted was a quiet and peaceful life for Henry but Henry misinterprets thats as Martin being disappointed in the direction his life has gone.

But he never thinks that with his ma. He never believes that she would be anything but the kind and caring woman that he shared secrets with (swordfighting & bianca) and who told him about Martin’s mischief in his younger years and was always ready to patch her boy up when he came home from his misadventures.

Hans and Henry spend the morning at the Wagoner's Inn where they run into an old friend of Henry's who has some ill tidings.

We have Plot! And so much softness you might mistake it for a pillow!

Part of this fic was inspired by this art by @pinacoladamatata.