It has been a while since I last put quill to paper, although this should come as no surprise.
Harwood is such a quiet, sleepy little place. Nothing ever happens here. Nothing that doesn't involve food anyway. A lot of things involving food occur almost every hour, but mostly that is just cooking and eating with the occasional crisis thrown in when somebody runs out of eggs or flour. I have never seen anyone eat so much on my life, never mind so many doing so almost constantly!
It is lovely here, although I continue to find it strange. After all I have been through it is difficult to walk in such a village and not feel completely out of place. It has an air about it that tells of a people who have never known true ill in their lives. It is soothing to know that such places exist, even if I cannot quite feel at home here.
Every day is much the same. I rise, wash, dress, make a small breakfast and then clean the house. It is spotless and so it remains. I may not need to tackle it so religeously, but it gives me something to do.
Baradar left on business the first day I was here so I have been pretty much alone, not that such is a bad thing! I quite enjoy my solitude, although company is also welcome. Still, it takes time for people to get here from Bree-land and I must assume that they were all allowing me some time to settle in.
Oddly, when my previous breif companions did choose to come see me, they all appeared on the same day.
Estaelen came first. We spoke for a while. I think he felt a little unneeded now that I have a place to stay and the safety that comes with being in such a quaint area. He seemed to need a lot of reassurance that I still enjoyed our talks and I am not altogether convinced that he believed me anyway.
Later came Daigan. I was glad to see him, even if he did demand a hug from me. I am still not happy with the idea of touching people or being touched, but having become a lot more comfortable in his presence over the last few months, I decided to give it a go and afforded him the briefest of embraces.
He surprised me with a present. I was, quite frankly, astounded by it and then moreso by the generosity! He gifted me with the most beautiful horse! It is a young, placid mare with a red-brown coat and black mane. I have not named her as yet, but I plan to do so soon. I shall also need to learn how to ride her.
We went for a walk down to the village centre and sat in the sunlight as we talked. It seems he has finally overcome his shyness and is now making some headway with a girl he has taken a liking to. I am very glad for him, even though I know it means that he shall visit me less and less in the future. He is happy and thus I am happy for him.
Later in the evening, Raruccu joined us. He was the last person I had expected to see. Well, second to last, but it was an unexpected visit nontheless.
He promised to teach me to ride if he could find the time, although I am not holding my breath on that. I am of the opinion that his visits, if there are to be any more, will be infrequent at best, or rare if one prefers to think realistically.
Much of the rest of the evening was spent with Daigan and Raruccu discussing various things of which I had little knowledge, but for all that I could not really join in the conversation, I did not mind overly much. I like to listen more than talk and I learned much from the words they did not speak.
They both left shortly before midnight and went on their seperate ways. Since then, I have been alone.
