cesistya

I saw Tothrandir in the market a few days ago. I think he must have seen me and crept up behind me, for I suddenly heard his voice, turned around, and was face to face with him. It's strange, the sight of him sends me immediately back to my early days in Bree, when I was just a lonely, unsure girl who was unbearably smitten with this tall, dark stranger with the gentlest grey eyes I'd ever seen. In a way, I dislike the effect he has on me.

It's times like these when I'm grateful for a notebook to keep my thoughts in.  It was like any other day, when I came into the Prancing Pony, and bought Cesistya and myself some tea to drink.  A girl I never met came up and announced to us Pastel was in the care of the watch doctors in the jailhouse... and I never had seen Ces so upset before.  Though it was nothing compared to what came after the happenings inside.  Had to chat with Appledore in order to get to the back.

Ever since I started coming into Bree again, I thought it'd be high time I record my whatever's on my mind.  I heard people say it would be helpful.

It was a few weeks ago when the festival started up, so I decided I ought to celebrate a bit.  Fireworks are neat as ever.  There was even a band performing in front of the jailhouse, oddly enough.  There I got to dance and chat with a young lady.

(( The following is a scroll of parchment bound neatly by red leather. It will not be found on the public shelves of the Scholar's Archive, but those who know of it may offer a password to the Master of the Archive to be allowed a private reading. ))

I know it has been a long time since I wrote last time.  I should be rather brief with this one, since I don't have much access to parchments or a quill pen... 

Another day had passed and I still haven't seen someone. It had made me worried though what happened during the time spent at Bree did not make anything better.

...That learns to love.

(The writing here is rather rushed, one may notice sloppy writing.)

     Today started out like any other day.  I jumped a few bandits, took their loot, gave most of it back to their victims, and of course kept some for myself.  Nothing too special about the brigands I robbed in Chetwood and near the Lone Lands either.  After a day's work and all that, I went over to the Prancing Pony again, to have myself a drink and meet up with the usual friends.  We all met at the table, and I decided to stand at the end of it.