I’ll go with intriguing for now.
It is intriguing how poorly I sat with “free of weapon”.
That’s… not all right
In my gut.
Am I so very afraid that the image of riding on, weaponless, makes me shake and sweat?
Or is there an old story in my heart of one whose dangerous arms accompanied them from demon to dragon for so long a lifetime that sword and axe and step and aim were all one smooth calculus.
I shall return to the blank page.