First to raise me hand up and say, it be bad.
Not everything is bad. I still cant think without this hate in my heart, but, if I don't think of certain things, it gets better.
I went stir crazy, went out before I knew it would get bad. Made a few friends, spent time with them and ones I knew. Maddoct and Mister Bilda were asking me questions without asking them, just watching me as we all be talking about all sorts of things. I tried to answer them without opening me mouth. They keep me privacy, I like that, they ain't the gossipy sort and I don't mind they be talking about me between themselves, they care. I think something were said about me between them as the rest of us were talking around that table in the inn, but I don't know what their language be.
I've met a few lasses, one being a bit younger than me self and seemed nice, she were braver than most lasses too, just striding up to that large lad as he and I be chatting. I don't think he minded. When you shove folk away sometimes it can be a bit lonely, and two short girls having a natter to a man who look more bear than anything? Must have made a change. He and I chatted a fair bit, it were different, he were obvious about what most lads try to be discreet about, but he were not bolder than what his eyes did. He made me laugh, I made him laugh, hid behind him when Bal and Bilda got into an argument with two of the elven folk, said I'd use him as a shield. He offered to be me shield again. He were the one I bumped into when trying to get away from that Yurris temper. Spoke to another lad, queer accent, being from horselands and all. He gave me advice about the goats, in truth, I didn't know there were so much advice to be had! I know who to find now if there be any problems with them. There were also some strange fellow, stood up on a table, giving a story. I needed all this, something normal as me body and mind churned away.
Quentin were good to his word. Took us almost a half day to get there, but we arrived at the farm and during the journey it were quiet. He spoke about family, his mostly, and didn't ask if I be alright, only that if I needed him, he'd be there. The goats though, I didn't have to pick, there were only two to be had, though plenty of other farm animals who be looking for new homes. Dottie and Daisy, they be my pair. Only come up to me knees and bouncing like someone tied a cord around their waists and were lifting them up and down non stop! I love them already though Bailey be more confused than anything. The pen be perfect for them, they were on the roof of it this morning, chasing each other about.
I feel a bit like death warmed up, but at least, like I said, not everything be as bad. At least me bed is soft, me house is warm and I have them beside me who care, who don't want anything but me to be happy, and maybe an ale every once in a while.
