Apr 27, 2012 00:52
Dearest Diary,
I grow more anxious when I do not receive mail from Sandor. Are things really going so poorly? Are we losing this war? I am too old and too proud to cry for him while he is away and likely fine, but every time I must refill his homecoming lantern with fresh oil, a little part of me wishes to put it away and never refill it. Be content to wait for the letter that will start, "Mrs. Gregaine, it is with great sorrow I write..."
The rest of me soundly beats that part into oblivion. I surround myself with friends and family, Daniel grows ever bigger. He is so bright! He talks and babbles and rolls on his blanket. He can almost sit up by himself, too, if I let him sit against me. Sandor's pay comes in like clockwork, providing toys and clothes for Daniel.
The house looks like a home now, we've settled well in the last year.
As soon as he returns, perhaps I will beg him to retire.
I don't wish to hate the Horde upon the tome for their involvement in his death, just as I hope they do not hate me for simply being a member of the Alliance however much I am a priestess first.
-S.