((Based on role-play that has taken place over the past week))
''A break from me, I guess. People need a break from me.''
Her words sting as I keep replaying the unwanted goodbye back in my head. Faron has left to escort her sister back to the Vales, and although she asked me to go with her, I simply could not. I miss her terribly and I wish she never left in the first place, but I made the decision to leave the Vales and I did not feel inclined to return – even if it was to just leave again. And although Faron has had her troubles with the Clan, as Ljota rightly puts it.. our impending orcish doom, is still prevalent. Despite this, the fact that she believes she /needs/ to go, so that the rest of the Clan can have some space away from her, is extremely disheartening. She believes that her contribution is disregarded, and that she is not as important as others, but that is the furthest from the truth. Of course, I'm biased, so I certainly believe that, but I am sure the others do as well. I explicitly told her that when she was to return, it would be different for her – I would make it so. However, the thought of her deciding to remain with her sister, her family, has crossed my mind and still does sometimes. Of course, that is always a possibility, yet I like to think she’ll return to me and we can return to how we were before she left. I have her word on it, and I believe it.
With her absence, I’ve been determined to immerse myself in as many jobs as possible. The time will go faster if I’m busier, or so I tell myself when I’ve barely slept and whittling away at wood. I said I would contribute to the stockade, in some shape or form, since I had been lacking when I agreed to assist Aelfrida with it. I believe it is nearly completed, or should be soon, yet I can still offer my assistance as much as I am able to.
The samples of my work were finished in perfect timing, as myself and Heriwulf finally ventured into Bree, making a quick detour to a Miss Taite’s Boarding House. She was my first /real/ exposure to the life in Bree – even though I had met individuals who spent their time there, I had not really experienced how the local folk lived, nor how they spent their time – and she gave me some confidence. She was friendly enough, and keen on my work, for which I greatly appreciated. I’m to visit her in a week to discuss a design for a gift for a friend of hers.
However, my first impression of Bree is a mixed one. Part of me enjoyed my time there, as I was able to make some pennies for my work – fifteen, to be exact. Their tavern is rather quaint, yet oddly enough, it is what I expected. I’m sure I’ll spend an evening in there again, and might even go as far to enjoy myself, yet I’ll make sure not to set expectations, since I’d hate to be disappointed. On the other hand, I overheard a conversation whilst we discussed business with Pansyblossom, the woman who bought my plaque and my small sculpture of a wolf, between a man and a woman. The woman seemed in a little bit of distress, and the man appeared to feed off it, and it looked as if they were in an argument of sorts. I felt for the woman, even if she looked like one who could have held her own, as he seemed an extremely obnoxious fool. Yet, I could have completely misinterpreted the situation, but even so, I hope not all are like that.
Other than that, there’s not much else to say.
