Breeland - Day 2
The noises here at night are overwhelming. I hardly slept my first night. I couldn't sleep in the bed. I killed her there...Colen said it wasn't my fault, but nobody else was born that day. Father was so sad when we would pass by Bree Town, he always talked of her when we came to town. We never stopped at this place...I understand why. Poor father. I miss him still...but it is hard to remember him without remembering why he is gone. He is here too, I see him in the crooked stones of the hearth, the wobbly table legs in the kitchen all made with his hands...for her.
Tomorrow, I will go to the forge and order new hinges for the doors and get some paint for the walls. The white is too faded and gray...I think I will get green. It's my house now and I like green.
Leena
