Mother always said it was good to keep a journal of your experiences. It wasn't something I ever really considered until she was gone; and I found her journal amongst the things returned to me. The pages of the book are yellowed and worn with age...and some of the writing is difficult to read now. A tattered blue ribbon marks the last entry, "She has grown into a beautiful young lady. Soon she will be leaving us to follow her own path. I will mi..." the words remain unfinished. No doubt this is when the village was attacked; but I know what she was going to write. I miss her. All of them, truth be told.. But lingering on what has been is a sure way to find yourself idle. I have chosen to return to my homeland and to build a house out of the scraps I could find of our manor. My parents and brother would be proud to see what I have now. It isn't much, a simple farm house - but it is home. ((a sketch of the home accompanies the entry in the margins of the page, Labelled "Home Sweet Home", showing the exterior and interior)) Mother would be proud to know that I took father's guidance and planted a garden. It was just a small one at first...but now I have a nice plot of land here. Enough for several sheep pens and some trees and vegetables. I may be able to build a pen for goats and yatas soon. Maybe also polar bears, though they do not survive for long in the heat of the desert here. I've heard of land to the North that is cold enough for them...perhaps some day I will be able to travel there and see if I can purchase a small plot. It would be better for them. For now, the bit of fur I get from them along with the wool will have to be enough. There does seem to be a demand for both on the market, and some coin coming in is helpful for upkeep of the farm. I had an abundant barley crop and have started cooking and preserving the way Mother showed me. Maybe as I get better with the proper recipes and I can get more ingredients...other adventurers might buy my food. I can ensure them it is all fresh and right from my gardens! Now that the house is finished and I have a decent amount of land planted I can afford to wander away for short journeys. Perhaps tomorrow will be a good day to start....... |
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