Neyaa

Nimeway felt pride flow through her as she won the sparring match against Luc.  Although her nose was bleeding and she felt a bit of pain in her sides, she had won and that filled her with the pride of success.  Yet the pride did not last long for the steed of Ross came running up to the Dawn Hall with a note attached.  Nime read the note, recognizing the handwriting before she even started to read. 

It was late in the afternoon when Fiontann went a walk to Rossethor and Nimeway's house.

“You have to learn the rules of the game. And then you have to play better than anyone else”

I am finally back in Bree. This past week spent on the forest was great to raise my spirit, but it was time return and fulfill my oath to honor my company.

It seems a lot has happened this past week, after Glorria's passing. Nime finally gave birth, Neyaa's stepfather came to harm her I believe, and a lot more. I'm still to get used to this rushed pace, but I love it.

(A short entry that is particularly misshapen due to nothing other than tears)

Dearest one,
The lady is gone. She took 'er own life in the presence of a few she loved. I fear the worst from what I 'ave heard. May the gods 'ave mercy on this house. 

“Maydawn is dead,” the thought had continuously echoed in her head.  “Maydawn is dead.