The Pony

The Pony was slow tonight, after it being busy for many nights it felt good. Egfor's friend's latest interest came into the common room. She has ginger hair, which automatically makes me distrust her...if she is like Egfor's friend with red hair, I want nothing to do with her. But Fox finds her interesting. I know nothing of the attraction a man has for a woman, nor do I care to know. A man started flirting with her...and she flirted back. I was a bit shocked, as women tend to do it less than men when involved but I had a feeling Fox would not like this development.

Hello there old friend, thought it was about time I gave you a nod once more. Should not keep you waiting as long as I have in the past. You deserve better than that.

Oh It has been a few days since I arrived in his town and deary me, Oh so much has happened, so many people, things to see, things to do. It is unlike any other town I have been in. My first day I entered myself into the local Inn, "The Prancing Pony". It's very cosy and pleasant and Indeed, felt very quiet. 

It was an early dawn, and the weakened sun sifted through the dusty panes of the Pony. A few patrons meandered here and there, no doubt expecting breakfast, but none too many that Barliman couldn’t handle. A swift trek it would be, through to the cemetery not far north of the town, to see to the grave of her father.

The Ferngrove’s, a somewhat elusive family, one which is little known to Joy. Her mother spoke little of her brother; in fact the mere mention of such would bring her to quieten. For what reason Joy does not know, though she has begun an active search for such family members who bear the name.