(Entry One)
We finally got most everyone told about my condition today. The one we both looked forward to telling was Neyaa. As expected, she is happy for us both. Our children will grow up together. She has been such a dear friend to both of us. The only ones left are the Captain, Hyrien said she's handle that one, and Fiontann. I'll let Fion know when I see him. I've been so busy with my side business of gathering and selling ore lately. I'll try to make time to venture out and find him soon. I just want to gather as much as I can while I still can.
(Entry Two; later that night, early into the next morning)
The smith was in Bree. How he knew Fastdred and I were together, or even that I was with child, I have no idea. Tallawyn, my cousin, and I were talking about the babe in the Pony the past two days. Could he have overheard us? I don't remember seeing him, though my memory of him was so fuzzy till two months ago, when Tali gave me the letters my father had sent to her Da. When I read those, and Dred and I finally read those dreaded pages, everything came rushing back. I remembered everything from both of those meetings. How he... *a small portion of this is scribbled over to the point that nothing below is legible* No, I can't think of that anymore.
Somehow he made Fastdred believe that he had done... more to me on his first meeting with me than he had. The things he brought up, were attempted on the second meeting but my uncle stepped in and saved me. Dred was in a panic when he showed up at the Forgotten Inn, screaming my name. He hammered me with questions and all I could do was lose my stomach contents into the nearest bucket. I answered what I could, most of it confused me though. He asked questions that didn't make sense, mentioned things that never happened. What did the smith tell him?! I still don't know. Perhaps when Dred wakes, we can talk about it. My past has come to an end though. The smith was the last thread that needed to be plucked from my canvas.
I won't say what he looked like when Dred took me to him, though I will say that Dred ended his life quickly. I felt myself slip away for the first time in a long time. I nearly embraced the blue eyed me, the one that enjoyed the sight of blood. I can't let that side of me ever emerge again. Old Scag warned me about it. Told me I was getting to enjoy my job too much. He was right. I felt myself snap and let go when I learned the smith had plans to harm our child. Myself, fine, Dred and I could take that on, but our child! *More scribbling can be seen as it darkens and scratches out the next paragraph*
I need to calm down again. I think I'll curl up with Dred again. I just had to get my thoughts down here while they were still here. What did the smith tell Dred to make him so upset? It's ended now. All I wait for is the official letter back from Harwick saying my name is cleared.
