When he too admitted that he did not know the answer to such a riddle, Claribel nodded and let her gaze drop back to her book. She gently lifted the linen cloths to see if the ale had been soaked up yet, then flipped them to a drier side and set them back atop the still-damp pages. A small, soft smile passed her by again, and she said, "No matter; I'm sure I'll figure it out one day! Riddles can't stay riddles forever. But! Perhaps you're onto something with how the answer might be weather-related. Hmm.." She tapped a finger upon her chin in thought, trying again to figure out the answer to a riddle that she'd been stuck with for years and years now; darn that Matthew, always confusing her and making her feel dumb!
Ever as clueless as she was, she did not catch the fleeting look of what might have been pain or discomfort within his eyes at her mention of women. Well, wasn't that what guys were usually interested in? Father always told her that younger men were after one thing and one thing only–and that was to get into a lady's bloomers. He warned her every time a new adventurer came around the village, some fresh new face that reeked of masculinity. Thankfully, she hadn't had any odd run-ins with those sort; they were usually in and out before she could get out more than a 'hello!'.
"Oh, me? Am I traveling alone? For now, yes! I've met a couple people along the way, but we always get split up somehow. They want to stay some place and take a break, I want to keep adventuring.. I'll likely seem them again, though! I've traveled from my home to Adeluna, from Adeluna to some forests, forests to Adeluna, Adeluna to the Plains of Bohar… Mostly back and forth, never further than the plains–at least not yet! I've been waiting to learn some more spells before I go any further, or else I surely might get my face eaten off by a gigantic monkey or what have you. I haven't had very many difficulties, actually; I've encountered a few trolls, but I didn't get hurt!"
"The worst, though, is when I tear the soles of my shoes from walking so much," she laughed quietly. She bent one of her legs at the knee to bring one foot a few inches higher, that she could point to her weathered flats, torn and stitched together then torn and stitched together again. "I really ought to buy myself a pair of boots before I run out of thread for any other patch-repairs. How dreadful is it when you're walking through the woods, just minding your own business, and suddenly your clothes are caught on what feels like every single low branch in the entire forest? It is horrible, let me tell you! Oh, if I hadn't had my thread with me all the times it happened, I reckon I would be sitting here in the raggediest of rags."
"Anyways! You're traveling too, you said, right? Where have you gone?"
The answer to every unasked question is always no.
~C. Blue