#bugeishc

 BURDEN TO BEAR ;

The young vagabond stares daggers into the back of the bugeisha’s head, resettling the strap of the heavy pack over his shoulder. The weight upon his shoulders is becoming all the more unbearable the further they head up the mountain; at this rate, with the sun beating against the back of his head and his feet feeling like weighted stones, he isn’t sure he’ll make it to the top. When he asked her to take him on as her student, this isn’t exactly what he had in mind. 

❝something is very wrong - i’ve lost my pen.❞

Jon’s favorite quill was nowhere to be found. Something that Mormont had given him shortly after making Jon his steward, it was a long and finely combed crow’s feather. Like Longclaw, Mormont had stressed that Jon not lose the utensil, as he would not be given another.

He’d been standing on all fours to look under his desk when Isao entered the room. ❝well, don’t just stand there, boy! help me find it.❞