Entry 236, Surwich
Dear Diary,
Life in the Gregaine home feels full again. Daniel is not sure what to make of his Da, and stares strangely at him sometimes. I think he'll warm up to him soon enough, though Sandor is consistently concerned he may drop our little lad. My Da has left for parts unknown. Insults, as per their usual, were traded between Sandor and Da before he left. I would like to believe Da is happy to see me happy, but I imagine that is where it ends.
Diary, I am sore. Excellently sore, but sore nevertheless. It has set tongues to wagging, I'm afraid, but I am in good company. There are many other wives in my same awkward walking position. We look at each other and try not to laugh, for the most part.
Still, jelly legs does make it difficult to assert one's authority when chastising one's husband. How he laughs at me!
I have told him about new Baby-to-Be Gregaine. Thus far, my pregnancy is much the same as it was with Daniel. I felt a little weak earlier, but I am being careful and smart about the work I take on and do. Alchemy and Mummying is easier than writing sermons. I still have the Blessings of the Light ceremony to do in a few weeks, but that is old hat. I know what I'm doing there and mustn't think of too many new impressions to leave upon my congregation.
I am still concerned about Jerald. The Matron expressed some concern that we Worgen would be unfit parents, considering the Curse. I take offense to this. It isn't as though I asked to be bit by that boy-turned-creature no more than Sandor asked to be attacked while soldiering. I will convince her to think otherwise. Most importantly, I will try very hard not to lose my temper and prove her right. Our emotions run high, but we are not ruled by them.
Hussy.
Life continues in Surwich. Mr. Edezar has returned to us, I am pleased to say. I am glad of it; I had thought him to be abducted by the fair. I'm glad to see he has not. There are tempests in teapots in the book, as usual.
I was finally able to have tea with Mr Daxalor. He's just as kind as I thought him to be! We did agree that next time it might be safer for him to hide his identity. I am still Alliance, even if it is Dalaran. And those Tome-Horde are so wildly unpredictable, it would break my heart to see something happen to them.
Oh, goodness. The husband growls, and I must be off. Good night, Diary, I will not be so remiss in my entries!
- S.
Life in the Gregaine home feels full again. Daniel is not sure what to make of his Da, and stares strangely at him sometimes. I think he'll warm up to him soon enough, though Sandor is consistently concerned he may drop our little lad. My Da has left for parts unknown. Insults, as per their usual, were traded between Sandor and Da before he left. I would like to believe Da is happy to see me happy, but I imagine that is where it ends.
Diary, I am sore. Excellently sore, but sore nevertheless. It has set tongues to wagging, I'm afraid, but I am in good company. There are many other wives in my same awkward walking position. We look at each other and try not to laugh, for the most part.
Still, jelly legs does make it difficult to assert one's authority when chastising one's husband. How he laughs at me!
I have told him about new Baby-to-Be Gregaine. Thus far, my pregnancy is much the same as it was with Daniel. I felt a little weak earlier, but I am being careful and smart about the work I take on and do. Alchemy and Mummying is easier than writing sermons. I still have the Blessings of the Light ceremony to do in a few weeks, but that is old hat. I know what I'm doing there and mustn't think of too many new impressions to leave upon my congregation.
I am still concerned about Jerald. The Matron expressed some concern that we Worgen would be unfit parents, considering the Curse. I take offense to this. It isn't as though I asked to be bit by that boy-turned-creature no more than Sandor asked to be attacked while soldiering. I will convince her to think otherwise. Most importantly, I will try very hard not to lose my temper and prove her right. Our emotions run high, but we are not ruled by them.
Hussy.
Life continues in Surwich. Mr. Edezar has returned to us, I am pleased to say. I am glad of it; I had thought him to be abducted by the fair. I'm glad to see he has not. There are tempests in teapots in the book, as usual.
I was finally able to have tea with Mr Daxalor. He's just as kind as I thought him to be! We did agree that next time it might be safer for him to hide his identity. I am still Alliance, even if it is Dalaran. And those Tome-Horde are so wildly unpredictable, it would break my heart to see something happen to them.
Oh, goodness. The husband growls, and I must be off. Good night, Diary, I will not be so remiss in my entries!
- S.