1 Blooting
I woke this morning in a strange bed next to a man I had only met last night. My moment of fear was quickly relieved when I noted we were both fully dressed and there were pillows between us for propriety. My head feels like it was kicked by a goat and I remember a night of many glasses of wine and very merry company. As foggy as it is, I do remember the man in my bed. Baldvin, the blue eyed. He was good to talk to, despite the distraction of the exotic Silver and his jolly friend, Loakee.
It was he I had met when fetching back the wandering Henrietta the hen as she had been chased by a stray cat. He had trouble finding the White Wolf Tavern so I after dropping off the wayward chicken I walked him down the road to find it. He then invited me for drink and I thought, what harm could one drink cause? I had met him before, in the company of Crow, at the Prancing Pony and he was polite and entertaining then as he is now.
One glass turned into a bottle as more folk arrived. His friend Baldvin who preferred to sit across from me and converse than to sport one of the fine ladies on his knee as Loakee did, both Silver and Neyaa finding a perch on his lap. There was also a man named Eordion who recalled my brother Corrben, they once had courted the same woman it seems, though he declined to go into sordid details. Another man, I struggle to recall his name, was with him but he seemed put off by how the women carried on with Loakee or perhaps he just wanted a bit of peace but he left early.
I went outside for a breath of fresh air and Baldvin kindly went with me, we both struggled with walking a straight line but we made it out with minimal fuss. We spoke for quite awhile, finding that we have very different roots and experiences. But I rather like that he would rather look into my eyes and speak with me than even have me on his lap. I find him warm and charming, at least in my wine soaked state of mind. And that he did not take advantage by sleeping in the same bed shows he at least is trustworthy. Or that he has a healthy appreciation for the Watchers in my family.
Though my recollection is blurred, I recall the owner of the tavern arriving rather late. Seaver was polite enough but seemed distracted and did not remain long, taking his woman Neyaa with him. After this I remember being helped up the stairs and tossed into the bed. I laughed as it reminded me of being a girl and my brothers.
Now I am in my room, still fuming from the scolding by Hollace about being gone all night. I admit it was uncharacteristic of me, I rarely let slip my responsibilities and I made him worry but I dislike being treated like a child. I’m twenty and five and I have been running this entire farm for a few years now, I can make my own decisions. Even if they are not what everyone expects of me.
