(Daerundros thoughtfully places the tip of her quill on her lip, thinking of something to write, before she jolts, filled with an idea, and begins to scribble)
6th Orgilion of Laer, T.A 3018
Ah, where to begin.
The first foot of our journey is already planned, and we are to leave later this evening, heading for Celondim, and from there, we take a boat to Pelargir. After we reach Pelargir we make for south Gondor, and finally, approach Near-Harad.
Needless to say, I have finally met Arivien, who I thought was a fine lady, but has a personality that is close to Minyelaírë's own. And then there is this Edstan. He is a strange fellow, the only one who seems to have been able to best Minyelaírë in combat, (though I think it to be rather a draw), and a rather roguish, and confident fellow, calling all of us "Dove" or, "Darling".
(Daerundros snorts as she thinks of Edstan)
He makes me curious though. He was faster than any other mortals that I have seen, he had quick reflexes, and those tricks were rather astounding. Perhaps I may be able to learn, but I am not going to let myself be tutored by a mere man.
And then there is still dear Vardarianna. She seemed to be distressed once I saw her face. Arivien had said that she was bothered about that scar of hers, and I felt for her; I knew that feeling, when my hair was cut by an orc. I could hear faint sobbing from the ruins, due to my well-trained ears, and I knew that what Arivien had said was true; Vardarianna was upset over that scar... yet, she should be glad she was alive, and not killed or one way or another! I would have comforted her as well and told her it was not so important if Arivien had not told me to leave them be...
(The next words are rather crossed out)
This leaves me thinking about Vardarianna's well-being. I am rather appaled that she still has the strength to scorn me and oppose me. I am still reminded of that rather horrible glint she threw in my direction; I knew she wanted to harm me, though I knew that for now, I was too strong for her to overcome without any aid. She would also be trained by Minyelaírë, and I knew, that once we finished our training, we would all be equal in strength and arms to one another, and I dread to think about her wishing to bring some measure of ill wounds to me. I can only hope we become friends before she solidifies the desire to hurt me, and avoid a battle.
...which reminds me, I still wish to teach Vardarianna a sword trick, in hopes that she would grow more confident and see my good intentions. I shall find a suitable time, when we are alone, perhaps, then, I could show her!
