Dear Mama and Papa,
I hate boys. They are mean, and have fractured my rib. I know they won’t feel bad, which just angers me more. I am thinking of stopping helping at Eogar’s, I don’t want to be in such a scary situation as I was the other day.
I have told Lynn to go spend time with her family, but now I am rather lonely. I know Father and Papa can’t be with me the whole time, but it still is frustrating being stuck in bed alone. I read a lot, and think. I hope some I have not seen for a long time come to see me, especially my Elven uncles…that’s how I think of them anyway. I have not seen Copper nor Nelendor in a while. Maybe they are no longer in Bree.
I worry for my animals since I cannot check on them. I hope my newest fawn, Lucy, is doing alright alone. Layla has been mothering her, so hopefully Lucy will be just fine.
I am in a lot of pain, though I hide it very well, I think. I take the nasty medicine; I hope Papa brings me an apple soon to get rid of the taste of the medicine and the very rich food the women here are giving me. It is good, but I want an apple, or another peach. Father gave me a peach, but I never got to eat it because I left it on the table at the Pony last night. Oh well, maybe he will bring me another.
I am very tired all the time, I wonder if that’s because of the medicine? I hope you both are well.
Love,
Syl
((OOC: This may seem all over the place to some. Syl wrote this while drowsy, most likely from the medication, so it may be confusing and not her most well written piece.))
