Penned in precise and evenly lined sentences, a blank page near the middle of a slightly scuffed, top-grain leather journal is newly inscribed. If one were to flip past the filled pages to the very beginning, one would find the first page titled with: Bernie Tweed, Bree-land followed by a series of odd symbols.
11 Thrimidge
Home, Bree-land
√ Hives looked good on inspection. Meadows flowering late this year, but seems they've come round at last. Should be time for the first spring batch soon.
√ Placed order with nearby potter for a case of honeyjars. Paid the extra to have the jars inscribed with 'Tweed's Fine Honeys' on them.
← Have a real hankering for pan-fried trout. Need to get out for an eve of fishing again.
≡ Miss Indoril arrived for dinner tonight as she promised. Real glad I tidied the place up yesterday. When she walked in my door with her little harp, my jaw nearly dropped to my knees. All prettied up in a fancy dress, hair braided. Glowy-est being I ever seen aside from a firefly.
Anyway, I served her that salade dish (chose to make it look nicer by topping it with some flowers from the field, it's all raw plant-stuff anyway) and a cruet of honey-lemon sauce mixture. Always hard to tell when that lady is happy or nay on account of her cool-looking face, but she ate it and didn't ask for a taste of my own steak and tater whatsoever. Not sure how she resisted that but I was sure glad I didn't have to share.
And after we ate she played her harp for me, swaying side to side with her eyes closed, almost like she were dancing with a lover. Quite into her playing and though she didn't sing a lick, the music was beautiful. Sad. But beautiful. Wonder if she knows any elfin bar dittys.
Now for the interesting part: after the eating and playing, we sat a time talking about this and that before she turns to me and asks for a favour. Well yes, no need to think about whether I'd do a favour for the most fetching lady around. So she asks me if I know Bree-land very well, which having lived here my whole life I have to say... somewhat. Sure. I mean I'm usually busy with my bees, and then there's fishing, and sometimes the pub, but yeah. There's land out there. Around Bree. I should know what's out there besides bandits and farms. But she goes on to ask if I can take her around for a few days, show her some sights and such. Tickled pink I was, and of course I said I can do this soon as I arrange my affairs.
