I can't climb anymore... My leg will never heal fully. I limp everywhere I go, it hurts to walk. And then I try to climb a tree and I just fell. I went back inside and stuck my feet into the water of the small pool. I cannot describe to you the sense of loss I felt in that moment. When Forgoil came, I told him I couldn't climb anymore. He knew, but didn't want to tell me. Then he promised me he would come up with some device that could help me climb again. Although that is hard to believe, I trust him. I trust him more than anyone, then again I don't trust anyone.
I'm wearing a dress again, I wore it last night. Though I got pushed into my pool so I had to let it sit out and dry overnight. It's softer than any of my armor, which is why I prefer to wear it while I still feel sore and tired. This one is very pretty too, white with an intricate green design and yellow mixed in. It defiantly does not come from my homelands of Dunland. I think it is probably an Elvish design, although it could possibly be Rohirric with the intricate knots across the skirt... Either way, it is pretty and where it came from I do not know. All I care is that when I wear it, it is cool to the touch and light. The slippers that match it do not hurt my ankle. Since lounging around naked wouldn't be the best option for me with Pup, her mentor, and Forgoil stopping by, I will wear this dress until I can bear boots and armor once more.
I've read a lot too. Forgoil gave me a stack of books on smithing awhile back, and although I read over half of them then, I'm rereading them. I also skimmed through some of the books I have collected in my library. I tend to avoid the desk in the small room where Cisel works on her writing or reading. She probably has a few things written she'd prefer I not to read. I'm tempted to put a bed somewhere in the house, but I'm not sure. When I'm healed once more and can climb again, I probably won't return as much again. Like I did before.
I miss my island you know. The taste of fresh fish, breeze over a lake, leaves, grass... freedom. I miss that a lot. I know I'll return soon, because nothing can keep me totally away. I just have to be patient.... I'm good at patience.
Anyways, I think I should go again. I haven't eaten much in awhile, I should get food. I might write more later. I love you my dear Mr. Journal. Be safe.
