Well I came up with another entry for the diary journal. At least this starts to set up the plot. *sigh*It's times like these I wonder why I can't just write a happy story. I think was droppedo n the head as a child...that must be it
Dear Diary,
I got the most disturbing letter today. It just read "Get out while you can." in a scribble on a scrap of paper that was under my door this morning. The children still shy away from me but I noticed something new in their eyes today, fear. I don't know why they would fear me, I mean them no harm. Perhaps they're just not used to outsiders, that must be it. I mean, this is a quiet, secluded village. No trade wagons even pass through here, so there's no way these children would know people outside of their own community.
In other news I have been invited to a party the village leader is holding. Apparently it is their custom to welcome every new person with a party in their honor. It seems like an awful lot of trouble for little old me but they assured me that they were just dying to welcome me to their village. They said it's formal so I probably should do something fancy. I know! I'll wear that pretty lilac silk dress my daughter bought me for my birthday last year. I could even braid my hair for such an occasion. Oh, I'm getting excited just thinking about the party! Well I must get ready, my public awaits me.
Full of giggles,
Ireth Oronar