I ran into Narys last evening, at least I think that's her name. I knew her face from before but never knew the name. She was quite intent on glaring at me when I was standing by the fire conversing with Nathan. This isn't the first time she's acted childishly towards me. There's nothing more I detest than a brat. I don't think she can get over my previous relations with Dagramir that or she's just another jealous harpy. If there is a problem I'd rather someone tell me to my face. Then leave me wondering what the issue is. I've tried to be calmer during my trips to Bree. The city has a way of either pushing you up or pushing you down. It can take great resolve on my account to ignore pettiness. I know how to play the Great game, even if, others do not know its name. We never can run from who we are. We can conceal it, but we cannot remove it. And when the game is afoot, I can play viciously. But what is that charming little saying the Bree-landers have? Kill them with kindness? Or rather kindness can tame the harshest of beasts? A naive way to look at it.
But perhaps fruitful. I will watch this 'beast' closely and learn how to maneuver. The only thing that identifies her as a woman is the fact that she has the proper parts. These words are harsh but that is what a journal is for. To state your innermost thoughts and explore your being.
((Disclaimer: Please note that this is strictly an IC rilvalry. It is not meant to hurt feelings ooc or cause problems. Keep both separate.))
