By all accounts, an uneventful night. My watch same as the rest, though I can't help but feel I may have looked towards the moon for some kind of guidance a little too often— whatever I was expecting to get, I can't even begin to name. At some point, I think it was just resting my eyes from trying to search through the mire of ink between those trees, long and tall and dark in the dead of night. That's thing about a late watch, I now realize— you spend long enough looking through the shadows for something, your eyes start trying to guess what your brain might want them to see.

Everyone gets fed up with work at some point, I suppose. 

But mainly, I can't report anything of note back, beyond one or two times I heard something and reached for the club. Like I said, though, nothing came of the noise in either instance. Probably just some small creature running through the brush, about as concerned about the farm as me— new noises, new smells, and a very obviously new Big Animal there, staring out with raised hackles any time you move. I'd also stay clear, if we look at it that way.

I hadn't slept beforehand either, opting to just kind of shadow the others as I was able until my turn on the post was set to begin. Primarily, I was bound for the shed, to try and lend Csenge a hand with whatever physical work her rituals might have entailed, but it ended up coming fairly short of the mark as "need for Pete" came. With that determined, the most I had left to do was to politely keep undisruptive, which at least isn't a tall order for a guy like me— I can handle staying out of the way well enough. Hrefna was already lights out when I swung around, and Hyselia had coiled herself near the pastures anyway— something about a bunch of warm-blooded wool in one place being nice and cozy, if memory serves.

So, by the crack of dawn, it's the sense of unfulfillment that wakes me as much as anything else— I hear the tail end of some of Csenge's wards, and she's wearing the long evening on her face, so it isn't as if [i]everyone's[/i] been up to nothing much.

As long as we're moving forward, I can suck it up.

[color=c4df9b]"How far's your property go? Any of the woodland back there your purveyance as well?"[/color]