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Bree-land was fun. My last afternoon there was spent in the company of Baldvin and Loakee. The former has turned out to be surprisingly thoughtful and oddly respectful toward his prospective flames, however briefly they may burn. The latter, it seems, is more alike myself when it comes to such things. Both men hold their attractions of course and had I been in a position to stay longer I may have sought amusement in their company again. However, there are things I had to do elsewhere, drawing me back to Trestlebridge...
Ethan is gone now. The family departed sooner than they had expected, seeking a better life in places new. The mother, gravid to the point of bursting, was stone-faced and determined. She it is, I think, who drives this venture forth for her grim husband seemed to hold no particular desire to leave at this time. Ethan, however, is both happy for what he sees as this grand adventure and sad that our lessons are finished. I made sure to give him the materials I had prepared and some more items of interest for a young and enquiring mind that I had purchased in Bree. 'Tis hard to say goodbye and yet a part of me is relieved; I didn't grow as attached to him as I had to Eithwyn or Aidennan, which is certainly something to be thankful for! It hurts less this time, even as it leaves me without purpose once more.
And so, I come to Minas Vrun again. I sit here in these quiet ruins, watching the clouds as much as the mists. I try not to think about Toddir and his tasks. I try not to worry for Rhaug; I don't think I've any right to that despite how my mind and heart betray my sensibilities. I weigh up my options, long and short term possibilities for the future, and I...
