Rash, stubborn, hardheaded. I've been called all these, and more, by mine own father. I have never before been indecisive or so torn as I am.
Raak, dear sweet Raak - though others claim otherwise - has been kind and generous to me. I love him dearly, he his strong and handsome.
Altheric, what can I say? I was not expecting to fall in love with him. The quite, frequently aloof captain, he rarely gives anything away of his feelings. Yet he did ... or I thought so.
Our argument still echoes in my ears, even days later. And Rhia's insistence that I should want to protect his honor. How better for me to do so than by not being there? I miss everyone terribly, but I feel I cannot go back now. The pain I feel doesn't diminish, I know not how to make it go away.
I shall stay here, and farm, and maybe soon I will be strong enough to ....
