Lessel

Lendes stood outside the door of her manor, the sun setting casting an orange glow over the small homesteads of Heampdean. Windows reflected the sun brilliantly, winking and flicking from dozens of houses, the air hot and clammy, making Lendes sweat in her long golden dress. Standing on the doormat, she saw a small group of knights walking slowly down the road towards her, two men pulling a cart behind that she could hear even from the distance she was standing from. A banner tore and covered in dirt was lazily hanging from its poll, the wind blowing though the holes punched stabbed into it.

Dear Diary, Well where to begin.. Father is away again, fighting a dangerous campaign far away in mirkwood, father is always away, I think it is a mental issue that keeps driving him away from home. This time, he did not even take the efford to say goodbye not that I've spoken with him often the last few months but I atleast expected he would wish his daughters well while he was away.

*Looks at Lendil in his crib sleeping peacefully, turning to the desk, only light by a few candles, picks up her quill and starts writing* Isilorbor have left for Mirkwood, he have been gone for a few weeks now. I've decided to keep a journal when his away. Keeping these thoughts in my head doesn't help me, they stick and become like poison.