Dryn

What the hell is wrong with me?  I should never have left the happy group like this.  Then again, Dryn gets a new haircut, Bryn and Conrob return from their getaway, Raven and Ithy are getting married, and all I can think about is how the father who left me to rot in jail as a young boy is known to those he meets as a hero.  

...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.

So I picked up an empty book today to start a diary, I needed somewhere to put my thoughts. This entry will be quite long as there is a lot to write about and I will be shortening most of the stories.

The Massacre:

Is it possible to gloss over horror and wickedness, with something so simple as love? Can grace or forgiveness or compassion or any other kind thing, somehow blanket these dark stains, without ever truly dealing with them, to a point where you can simply step over them and pretend they no longer exist? It seems as though that is what people are trying to do right now. And I want it to work. I want the smiles and jests and hugs and well-wishes to make everything better, to erase the cloud that hovers over me. To help me forget. 

But it isn't working.

So many things have happened. But at the same time, little of it yielded surprise.

Violet's first birthday was today, and I was so excited that we had a party for her... even though she probably won't remember it. Gyth, and Rick, and even Dryn gave her quite a few presents! She had a lot of fun, though, and that, in my mind, is what really matters.

Dear Diary,

Well... as of yesterday afternoon... I am Bretthera Seacrest no longer.

I am now Mrs. Bretthera Willowdye.

The wedding was wonderous, just with me, my new husband (Tordann), my twin sister (Malleiya), my father-figure (Awarth), my closest friend (Gracelyn), and another good friend of mine (Dryn) there... I find it somewhat odd that he was a fair distance away, but... overall, it was perfect. Just what I had dreamed of as a little girl.