Daldarac

(An unsent letter, it seems, written in charcoal pencil on parchment)

To Saegan/Violet,

I know you don't know me yet... but you will...

I'm your mother... as of writing this, you haven't arrived yet, and have only really begun to grow within me. But... I'll introduce myself anyway, in case I pass before you really know me.

Well, quite a bit's happened in the last while.

First thing's first, everything's going rather smoothly regarding the baby. I can still fit in my clothes and armor... for now, at least... *a large, thick scratch covers what was once here* tells me I'm not showing, though it... kind of feels like I am? In a way, I suppose... I mean, my tunics and armor feel only a little tighter around my belly...

Well... This is quite the turn of events...

I've told pretty much everyone, now, except for three people--and considering some things, I need to hop on that and update them BIG TIME...

I've got a baby sister. And... the same day she was born... I found out that I've got a little one on the way, myself.

When I say baby sister, I mean it. And she is adorable.

I did mention that Dad legally adopted me, right? If not, for a wedding party gift, Dad gave me the official documents stating such. I'm... still happy over that, really...

Well... We had our wedding party. It was... quite the day we had. From great, to real bad, then back to great. Weird how it bounced like that.

First, we all joined at a table... Iridith, Rick's niece (Gods, she's adorable!), got a puppy! The look on her face when the puppy was brought to her... Gods, Iridith is so adorable... She'd just told me when she met Rusher that she'd wanted a puppy.

Rusher is my horse; a beautiful Vladimir Heavy Draft... Bree-land horse, yes, but... still.

Well... I'm married now.

Yup... I'm no longer known as 'Erimyl Burwood.'

Now... my name, and title, is 'Lady Erimyl Wolfcaelder'.

Yeah, turns out Gyth is a noble... thus the title. For a girl that grew up on a tiny farm, I surely did jump head-first into the world of nobility.

Due to a... certain fiasco a couple of days ago, I was too terrified to even mention to anyone that I'd gotten married... Cedwyn, Rick's fiancee, seemed to understand the most when Gyth told her and Rick.

It's over...

It's finally over...

Those Dalesmen... they're gone now... they're really gone...

I almost can't believe it...

I saw them off...

Dad returned--though injured--with the news... Gyth came back... Everyone who went and finished the Dalesmen off survived... By the Gods, I'm beyond belief this actually happened...

I'm so relieved...

Well, I figure I might as well get this out of the way while I wait for visiting hours to start.

I got attacked. Again.

Guy in brown clothes--even the bracers he wore--and had an ugly moustache snuck up on me... least, he WAS til he shouted something like, 'The White Orchids will strike!'

I got his shoulder, but he cut me across my ribs... Gods, it still hurts. Physical pain... yeesh... Did it HAVE to be last night when I got attacked again!?

Dal saw to me. Again.

It's crazy.

I was just talking with someone about something--I remember who I was talking with, but I can't remember what it was I was talking to them about--and this armed man decides to barge in!

Neither of us took kindly to that... he threatened us, then threatened Rick... Gods be damned, if I didn't stop him from hurting Rick.