So, here I sit in Esteldin...the furthest I have been from home. Nothing to do but cook, sit around, practice swordplay, sing to myself. I can talk to some of my companions, but overall I've not many people to talk to. Though, I did have the opportunity to speak to Sir Voice again! He was here in Esteldin! He sneaked up behind me and made a noise like a dying chicken as I stood making supper. He frightened me and I dropped my spoon in the flames, for which he immediately apologized. We spoke as I hurriedly whittled another spoon; another skill I seemed to have picked up on this little adventure. He was as surprised more surprised to see me than I was to see him. Which makes sense, as he is a Ranger and Esteldin is a haven for Rangers. Or fortress. My words do not seem to come easily just this moment. Anyway, we spoke for a little while, when he said something strange. It was something about me trusting him, so now he would trust me. I wasn't sure what he meant, but he began flapping his arms frantically and saying something of being the king of all chickens. His hood fell back at his antics and revealed his face for the first time. He is but a young man! I mean, I know Rangers seem to stay young forever. But he is ACTUALLY young. He cannot be much older than myself. I must admit, I was quite shocked and speechless. He is also quite handsome, which I had not been surprised to find, as his voice suited his face. I am a fool. What if someone reads this behind my back, for heavens sake!? I suppose I will just not mention his true name, which he revealed to me after his hood fell back. (Though it is not as if I could spell it if I wished.)
Why don't I...change the subject now. I miss home. I miss my brother, my cousin, my friends. Sewyn. You know what? No, I do not miss him. Why would I write that? He was terrible company. And yet...the picnic. I also wish Owena were with me. She would make this more bearable. Like one of our "adventures" as children, when we would giggle about them all night. She would enjoy this and would help me see it in a brighter light. Well, this is the longest I have lasted before the tears begin. I must stop now before I blot the pages with my moist eyes.
~Lissi
