House where Domovoy sleeps
And so, I've raised my hands. Trying to reach whatever my palms could get to. I felt something, soft, hot, filled with energy. It called upon my name. And as it did, I answered, mildly, politely, as a well behaved fella should.
It did not answer back. I felt confused, different somehow light, like a log of wood floating upon a wild river, but in sted of pressure of wild waters, it was my conciousnes that I was floating upon.
"Giff, you should just open your eyes, take a deep breath, it will tell you much about the place where your first task shall be"
And so... I did.
My eyes, are open wide. It was just a dream, soo I thought. I took a deep breath as I was suggested to. Room was dark, maybe except a small flickering candle light which settled in right corner of the room. Roof was made out of wood. Lungs were, slowly filled with the chilling touch of a local air. It was fresh, but cold, in fact way to cold for my liking. Not even my humble body, desperately trying to warm it up within my lungs and blood stream, could not hide such an obvious trait.
"So, you are finally awake." Said an uknown voice from the shadow.
I remained quiet, there was no reason to speak, my actions were speaking for themselves. But what I did try, was to locate the source of this rusty voice... futile.
"No need to say thanks or anything, you shall repay me later."
After theese words the mysterious figure appeared to my sight. It was somewhat a short figure, with hands big as his face, nose resembled glowing rock and eyes ? Eyes were hidden behind the bushy brows. He, She or It, did not say much more after that.... His actions were speaking for themselves.
Not long after he finished speaking, my eyesight went down on me again. Wasn't its fault tho, It was sabotaged by a heavy load of clothing. Nothing fancy really, just an old cloak, leather boots, shirt, trousers, belt with a scabbard for a small dagger.
"Rest you will find there"
He, She or It, pointed its finger on the wall, it's mark landed upon a small hunting bow with a quiver attached to it. Then, He, She or It, laughed.
"Honestly it could have been anything your mind could come up with... and you went for a Bow. Not even a big one, even Gobblins would laugh at the size of it. And there is no need to tell you, what kind of bows they are using"
I ignored it, stood up, reminded myself about the traits of an air I am dealing with and began the process of putting my clothes on.... While He,She or It watched.
"You know... I do not really know, you... honestly, I just found You lying at my doorstep, I could have left you there.... at this part of year, Wolves would deal with you before dark. But, as a good Host I certainly am! Not even speaking about my Domovoy which would curse me if I did not help someone in need. I took you in. Name´s Mojmír by the way. If you ever wandered why am I this short. You can ask my Domovoy about it. We do not get along much. But maybe, if I look after you, things might go well between us. And eventually I might even be able to fix that painting"
Then he pointed his finger above the fireplace.
