My wedding to Andarne looms, I am to make for my homeland in a week. I am excited to be going home again, though a little apprehensive about the journey there. I feel so happy, yet sadness I feel within my heart.
I finally received a letter from my mother and father. Not asking how I was, nor about my returning home and marriage. They simply wrote to notify me that they will make for the Havens shortly, with an intention of sailing to the West.
My parents have never approved of my vocation and have never been subtle about it. I feel they are disappointed in me, that they favour my dear sister Lahseth. They hoped I would turn out to be a Lady of Lore, a sage, like her. They call The Malledhrim's cause, "war-mongering"; something I take great offence to. I love them so very much, but when they utter such ill words... I need to meditate on this matter.
I am unsure if I shall see them before they leave. I hope to seek them out, though I have a feeling they have already left for their final journey upon these lands. I must rest now. I shall think of my love, he always gives me a sense of comfort. I shall think of him and our children to come, our life together as husband and wife.
