egfor

Eira had been shocked when Demlemoth told her of a shocking intel: her father, Aglarzor, had a son.

Working full time at Egfor's inn, The Huntsman And the Stag, Eira finds that she enjoys the work. So far, the days have been slow. She would mostly clean and take care of the animals outside; though she also cooked for the few travelers whom entered. In one of the rooms, an injured man was kept and treated by visiting doctors. She supplied the gentle foods needed for him and looked after the doctors when Egfor and Demlemoth were not.

Dear Mama and Papa,

Yesterday marked the third year since my parents had been murdered. The past two years I spent alone, crying, and just walking through the day in a misty fogginess that lasted for many days. Yesterday…I wasn’t even sad. I felt…I felt nothing. That bothered me very much. So, I went to keep myself busy. I gave Layla a nice grooming and gave her some treats she doesn’t often get. I gave Cat a bath, he was being crazy which made me laugh.

((The parchment this is written on is speckled with tear stains and even looks to have been lightly crumpled at one point.))

I write today to release much anger and hurt I feel now. Papa and Father have hurt me deeply because they do not understand… they just don’t.

Dem sat and watched Em as she slept. Egfor may have been her adopted father, but he was fond of her for herself. No matter what Egor's final decision was he would always be here for the lass. She was as dear to him as Syllea, Rosie, Lanchthis, and all the other young girls in his life. Egfor was arguing with a craftmaster next door at the new inn he was building, Something he had decided to left Egfor handle on his own.

When Egfor told me he was merely a place holder to me, he might as well have cut my knife out with a hot dagger. If anyone was a placeholder it was my Jae. I never shared my special hidey-hole with him. I never took him to make with him in my personal estate. We never planned a holiday away from Bree together, and we spent more time apart living our own lives than together. Sure the few short weeks in between his departures were spent together, but  I spend more time with Egfor than I did Jae.

Another rather quiet night at the pony. Egfor's friend fox gave me a sour look, I suppose it came from me still being in Bree. But it took a couple of days to prepare for our trip. Supplies to be bought, and the packing. I hate having to pack clothes, for they become wrinkled and that bothers me. Those who don't know me can call me vain, I care not, but after my years as a street urchin, I choose not to wear shoddy or wrinkled clothing. Another of my birds returned, but her mission did not come to an end. She has not located Jae's body.