Dear Journal,
Today, I spotted my mother staring at this man that I've never taken the time to know. When I later asked, she said in a voice that made me feel stupid that he was my father. I do not want a father, nor do I need one. I have my mom and that is all I need. I dared not to say this to her face for fear of upsetting her.
Ever since my mother had been with Arkan once long ago, she'd been different, or, so I'd been told. I knew not whether this is true or not, but I had a gut feeling that it was true. But, what would a foolish maiden like me know? Hm?
I swear, sometimes the people here treat me like I am so stupid. I am smarter than most of them! I mean, I have excelled past the younger Bards. I am in a class that is filled with young adults a.k.a. 50 year olds. I pick up on the things faster than they do sometimes!
My, that sounded self-centered! Wow. I wasn't meaning to make it sound like that.
Time for bed.
Signed,
Mariania "Arie"
Dear Journal,
I swear that mother is mad at me. She won't speak to me, let alone look at me! She strode right past me, nose in the air, anytime I passed her or visversa. Anytime I'd approach her, she'd get all...all...all...a bad thing to call a person. Then, she'd downright ignore me.
What have I done now?
Signed,
Mariania "Arie"
Later:
It is nighttime, and I am sitting on a bench to get away from people. They have been rude and unfriendly to me all day long. I believe that they have caught it from mother. (It's not impossible, I suppose...) Just what have I done wrong now?
I feel calmer now that I have taken in the nighttime air. Maybe tomorrow I'll go to Harian's home. She'll probaly know what is up.
Dear Journal,
I did go to Harian's home today. This is what occured:
"Harian, do you know what is wrong with mother?" asked I.
"Why, I believe I do." She had glanced at me with alluring, topaz eyes.
"Wil you tell me?"
"Maybe." She looked at her hands. "But, why should I?"
Before I could respond, she sent me away. By the time I'd left, I realized that she had spoken in a common tongue.
Oh, whatever did I do wrong?
Signed,
Mariania "Arie"
Well? I'll put more l8r. For the disclaimer, anything that isn't Alison Croggon's, is moine.
R&R
