Drat affairs of the heart! Drat them I say! They lead to nothing but disappointment and grief. When will I learn?
Two men I have come across in recent times that I could have, perhaps, developed feelings for. Both are honourable, friendly, handsome, noble, kind...
Drandr was the first. A large man from a place whose name I cannot quite pronounce and with no map to hand I cannot derive the correct spelling for it either.
He and I struck up a comfortable friendship and I found myself entertaining notions of possible further developments in those silent minutes of peace before sleep. Of course, being the busy woman that I am, I was away from town for a goodly while and, upon my return, found him wed to the charming miss Joy. I wish them all the best, of course, she is a lovely lady in my experience!
Since that time though, Drandr has spoken not a single word to me, nor even seemed to notice that I exist. I have tried to speak with him on several occasions, but to no avail. I find it curious that friendship can be so easily forgotten or so carelessly tossed away.
Yarassi is the second. I had seen him around on many occasions, usually looking rather downhearted, so I bought him a drink to cheer him up. A few conversations later and, yes, my girlish heart betrayed me once more.
A similar set of circumstances later and I learn that he is not only in danger, but also in love with the beautiful Flannery. I can only hope that not only does he survive this current crisis, but also that the pair remain happy... and that this friendship does not dissipate as did my last.
I really must put aside such fanciful notions as finding a man to love me and settling down. My Lady Jenn is soon have her first child and the little one, along with all my other duties, should keep me more than busy enough. I shall have no more time to be concerning myself with idle dreaming, I think.
