Days pass and something happens.
Granted, most of that something consists of me being terribly cold, coughing uncontrollably and occasionally sneezing for good measure. It consists of me feeling terrible, with weary limbs and eyes and a hollowness where something once was. That, however, is to be expected given what has recently occured and I know that this will soon pass. It better had, lest dear Blodwynn stuff me silly with cake, tea and her mothers cooking!
I saw her a few days ago. She is looking well and happy, for which I am glad. I told her of the chat I had with Baradar. She seemed pleased about it and intimated that she was considering moving in with him soon rather than awaiting approval from her parents. That is certainly good news for Baradar told me that he would not fret so much once that day came; it will be good for both of them.
I finally saw Haldrid again too. He admitted that he had been keeping his distance since our last conversation. It seems that my words to him concerning the situation with Wolf had bothered him greatly; I should have seen that. I should have known, but I failed to heed the silences. I hear them now, though, along with the few words he speaks. He has forgiven my folly and said that it is not too late for us. Whilst we walk only in friendship for now, I nevertheless find myself heartened by the possibility that this may eventually become more.
Try as I might to deny it, I must admit that I am lonely. Arugru helps - a constant and loyal companion offering unconditional love - but it is not the same. Still, I am alive and there is yet time.
