egfor

It has been some time now since the final arrangements were made and I settled here in Bree-land, in a rural and lately established village.  Now, a writing-desk having been delivered during my latest absence, I find myself with time....and inclination...to finally set down some of my impressions of the place and the people here.  Nay, more than inclination, it strikes me that I need to in some way.  Oft is it that writing brings clarity that thought alone cannot provide....

Madaurbeth,

Eddies began to swirl in the pit of her stomach as Feorhwen sped through the market gate towards the one place she had vowed never to return. More than two years ago, when she had first found herself adrift in this land, the sight of the inn with the rearing horse painted on its signboard was like sunlight after a storm.  Now it only filled her with a sickening sense of dread.

Madaurbeth,

Madaurbeth,

Madaurbeth,

I cannot escape the feelings of frost in me. Why do I feel so distant? I feel as if I have been drifting apart from everyone I care about. Demlemoth and I hardly speak anymore. Egfor and I are closer, but something is still dividing us. I have nearly given up on trying to bond with Liath and Helmwod. I try, but I feel no spark. I feel so nervous around Ristiinna, like something is wrong and I cannot fix it, no matter how hard I try. I always enjoy spending time with Syllea, she is a relief to me, but she is so seperated from everything else.

And Nimraph.

Madaurbeth,

Writing after cooking Egfor breakfast. He is still putting my fence around the kitchen coop.

She continued to dust the shelves of the empty, newly repaired house. As she did do, she thought to herself, over and over...

She could not do this anymore. She was useless, standing by while her loved ones got hurt or were put in danger. She even accidentally contributed to some hurts herself. Last night had been the last straw, and she chose to flee for the protection of her babies.

Helm pulls up beside another rider, “Hullo there, cousin!” An older, blonde man looked up and grinned, “Westu hal!” Helm hesitated, nodding to another dark haired man on the other side of Egfor, “Good to see you too, Wulf.” Wulf gave a gruff nod, barely acknowledging Helm. Egfor looked over at his cousin, striking up a friendly conversation as they rode.

"I don't understand why you want to leave, after all I've done for you."