Dear Mother and Father,
Life goes on much as usual. Whatever was ailing me seems to have passed. I attended the GDF and enjoyed it very much. I had no problems dancing this time either, to my great relief. Lina played a song about Ruff and someone else recited a clever poem they had written and it was a lovely evening. I was dancing when I heard someone calling my name. It was Jardic! Back from his adventures. Looking a little less plump and a little more brown than when he left, but still the same cheeky Lightfoot look in his eye.
After the music and fireworks had ended, we headed home. He had nowhere to stay so I invited him back to my burrow again, where Ruaidhri was very happy to see him. He told us about his adventures, how he got lost in the Old Forest and met a walking skeleton. He "bravely ran away", to use his words. I'm happy to know he back is safe and sound. And happy to be wrong about something. I mean him not being able to take care of himself. I was fully convinced he would fall down a hole and break his ankle or get stuck in a log or starve to death because he didn't know how to hunt, but I should have known he would be able to find mushrooms and berries and other things. He did say he missed my biscuits though, which I take as a compliment. I suppose I will have to bake double batches now he is back again.
Your loving Zara
