Today was pretty uneventful. I saw Corrben again, as brief as it was. He and Ealbrand went with me as I collected different stuff for dye. It was pretty amusing to see them together, they actually got along pretty well. Now if he and Gorlen will just get along.
I hate Corrben's temper. He is so mean all the time to so many different people, who aren't even bothered with talking to or bothering him. There was a man earlier who was perfectly polite to him but because he was from Gondor, he just was obviously evil. I really do not understand him, though it also did not help that the man was hitting on me.
I finally talked to Gorlen also, afterwards when Corrben went to get some sleep. I think we will be friends now. I asked him to please stop arguing with Corrben so much, and to maybe talk to him so they'd finally get along. I really am tired of Corrben's constant unhappiness with everyone and anyone. He made the outlandish comment that Corrben would be upset with our friendship, and didn't understand my anger, as if I need Corrben's permission with who my friends are! He probably wouldn't be happy to know that I hugged Gorlen before I left, either. As if it was a romantic hug, two friends are perfectly capable of hugging without it meaning anything. They can both just kiss my fat rear end for all I care. (Though probably not Corrben, because he'd enjoy doing so).
Yeah, he wouldn't be the happiest man in the world, but then again, he's already pretty grumpy. And at any rate, he can't tell me what to do anyway, and I'm faintly certain that he wouldn't try to. After I spoke with Gorlen, I decided to send Corrben another one of my.. intimate.. letters. Though this time I warned him that if the constantly fighting and arguing would not stop, it would mean that our times together in bed (and various other places) would also stop.
I sometimes just wish to run away. I ran from Trastan's death, and Meredith's haunting. Perhaps I will do just that, and run away from Corrben and Gorlen's hostility toward each other. Or Corrben's hostility toward anyone who isn't me, for that matter.
With love, Tosie.
