What Type of Mood Am I In?

The woods will be warm tomorrow, as I continue my quest towards finding the one I will swear to. Too many already have failed to live up to the Oath I have given them, I am as yet to give Third Oath to any one person besides my love, and still I search for the one worthy enough to whom I can make that Pledge. I stand to lose all if I do not find them, yet I feel strangely at peace.

I know there is a gathering tomorrow, I have read the signs, and seen the wagons, pulled slowly by their horses. This mysterious sense inside me tells me that something important is to happen, and that instead of moving along, I should stay here a time, at least a day, maybe two, to see what occurs. When I have not followed these feelings before, I have been put in peril, or at the least missed things of great portent that I only found out about later, and so I must follow my heart on this one. Perhaps tomorrow will be the day that I am Sworn, at least to the First Oath.

"My Sword before yours."

We shall see, I suppose.

Wind to thy wings.