12 March
The lands around Bree are quite lovely. They have an eerily peaceful quality about them, a beauty untouched by war. I find it quite entrancing.
Miss Brynleigh returned to the Pony today, and we talked a little more. She took me back to her village, where they have lodging for those with no home and no coin. I…Worry I failed to convey my gratitude. Hookworth is a lovely town, with some wonderful people in it, if Miss Bryn and Miss Inayat are any indication. I insisted on offering some form of work to repay such an offer, and Miss Bryn offered for me to help with the stables. I accepted, and we traveled in that direction, meeting Miss Ina.
We talked for a reasonable amount of time, before I found myself…. Getting ahead of myself. Miss Ina is a very active, very forceful personality. Quite unlike most women. I fail to remember exactly what happened, but I made a comment to her about not everyone being destined to be a housewife. And as soon as the words left my mouth, a horror entered my heart, for I knew what the effect would be on Miss Bryn. Miss Brynleigh is a widow, as I discovered last night. I was further horrified to find that my fears were justified. Miss Bryn choked up on the spot. I wanted to cut my tongue from my mouth, and pledge to never speak again. She burst into tears, running towards her house. Miss Ina followed, and I stood there for a few moments, horrified at what I had wrought. Hearts are a delicate thing, and that of a widow is made from parchment. The wrong wind can utterly devastate it…
I followed. There wasn’t much I could do, but I was determined to make it right if I could… My chance would not come that evening. Miss Bryn retired early.
I only hope….I hope she can forgive me.
