Am I... falling in love?
Over a chat, with a lute?
Yes, I know... I know, there's this guy at the Pony... and it's not what it seems to be, at all, I've sworn off what I was doing that got me pregnant. But this guy at the Pony... he's a sweetheart. A real good guy... I chatted with him the other night, before I knew I had a bun in the oven... Was playing the lute--well, practicing the lute in public, I should say--and just as I was finishing up, he walks up and says I'm pretty good with it...
I still don't believe that, honestly.
But he's a harpist, too. What else could I say?
Then I saw him a couple days later... and I'd figured out I was having a baby that day... I had a letter in hand for my mom, because she was in a place called Duillond at the time, and he saw it... so I had to tell him.
I thought I'd chased him off when I told him I was pregnant. Quite frankly, I'm... I'm glad I didn't. Since I've been getting to know him, I've found that... that my head and my heart are in the clouds, in the heavens with how happy I am. And I... really don't think it's just because of the baby.
Am I... I...
I think I'm in love with the harpist...
