Blince

It's been too much this week I just can't take it. Uncle Basaran said I could go on the contract that Taala had got, but then she said no. And I finally worked up enough confidence to spar with Kat and she just beat me so easily. She's so big and I'm so small. It's so hard to fight against someone twice your own height and bodyweight, she's surprisingly quick with her armour and axe.

Had he traded a father who wouldn't listen for an uncle who doesn't either?

Aren visited the Kolten family house, for want of something better to do. He'd been with Tosie earlier, which was good, but had begun to feel lonely and bored since then.

Today was the last straw, he saw the ring and jumped to the conclusion that Skelcar had asked to wed. The ring was a namesake day gift why does he never listen to me?

It wasn't even on the right finger!

Well my name day was certainly interesting the presents I got were amazing, Kat made me a carving of a mouse and bird the mouse being Yaluz and the bird Pip mine and Skelly's little song bird. I've been teaching Kat how to carve wood and it was an amazing gift to see how good she's got.

Blince,

I received your letter, and though Arenborn is not your bastard, I have sent him to you. He goes by Aren, so you don't get on his nerves. As you know, from when we last met, I had married into the Gondorian nobility. So I spawned a son, and as all young boys of nobility do, he went on to become a paige and train to be a knight. Unfortunately, he is still only a squire. 

I have a new sister now, her name is Ardyth, Ardy for short. She's older than me but I look after her, she's funny and kind also looks alot like me which will be funny to try and trick people with. My latest escapade has been painting a scar over my eye and walking around with a limp acting like pa-pa, apprently it's a good impression.

Well recent events have been interesting to say the least. I finally told pa-pa about Skelly and I, he took it better than expected but not as good as I'd liked. But Skelly seemed happy with his reaction so as long as he's happy I am too. Though apparently keeping something like a relationship a secret in the dawn is impossible. Gossip they said, oh well at least papa knows now so no more worrying about that.

He trusts me, he told me I'm the only person he's ever connected with since his fathers death. I'm glad that he trusts me, he's shared many secrets that he would never tell anyone.

A pie sits burnt in the oven. My mind a blank. It is difficult to think around my flower. Could she be listening to every single word in my head? I contemplate this absurdity for a moment.