The Pony was slow tonight, after it being busy for many nights it felt good. Egfor's friend's latest interest came into the common room. She has ginger hair, which automatically makes me distrust her...if she is like Egfor's friend with red hair, I want nothing to do with her. But Fox finds her interesting. I know nothing of the attraction a man has for a woman, nor do I care to know. A man started flirting with her...and she flirted back. I was a bit shocked, as women tend to do it less than men when involved but I had a feeling Fox would not like this development.
Who am I to judge another's behavior, and for all I know they are together no longer. But not long after Fox entered and my thoughts were confirmed. Fox was not happy at all. I felt sorry for the man. Not pity, just sorrow, for I know how hard it is to watch someone you care for, perhaps even love flirt with another in front of you. Just slide the burning blade into your heart and be done with it. He went into the back rooms, I could tell this upset him.
Shortly after she left and the man in question left with two other women. That man was on the prowl, and one of the women my lover often referred to as a broodmare. He would get one if not both tonight, perhaps even the redhead because I doubt Fox would want anything to do with her now. Men can be whores same as women. But it always amuses me to watch them.
Egfor came in shortly after all this. We greeted each other, I told him I was nearly ready to leave for our fishing trip. It is something I prefer not to do, but do I will if it helps Egfor with both his grief and reducing his stress level for a few days. I truly hate fishing, not for the reasons I say, the dislike of worms, it was the first thing to come to mind. But because it reminds me of the first man I loved and was permitted to love, my Rohirrim translator. He and I used to go to nearby rivers to fish after the camp was set up. There, besides him teaching me his language, we would fish for a bit, cuddling. The thought made me sad.
I selfishly told Egfor his friend needed him. He is dealing with his own sorrow and does not need mine. Egfor, being the caretaker of every one of his friends, toddled off to the back rooms as I knew he would. One of the reasons I love him so much is his willingness to help others. But I also know it would take him the entire evening to console the man. It would give me time to regather my cheer for him.
