I don't know what's caused it. Haven was lost a mere two weeks ago. My father is recovering in the medic's tents... But today, the world was bright again. There seems to be no lingering fear of another attack, and I actually laughed and enjoyed myself with the younger children. We played in the courtyard, with the Grey Warden. Lilla pulled him in to the fray of running and screaming kids, and I think that made him feel better. He smiled a lot, too. I wonder if the same effect has come over him?
Saying that I feel happy again seems so odd; but we fell into such rough times, and the days were grey and bleak- lifeless and haunting. I was worried sick over father, and every night I dreamt of templars clad in red, marching and giving life to raging fires... of the demon-dragon snatching us up, and everyone being consumed. I still shiver at the thought.
Yet, I don't think tonight will be so hard. Maybe this is the Herald's doing. But... no, that doesn't seem quite right. I recall blue eyes? Are her eyes blue? Well... whoever, or whatever, has inspired such high spirits and relief in me... thank you. I've not felt this light in well over a month.
I've got this sudden feeling father will be fine, too. The days move forward, and I think I can look at a flower and appreciate it again.
- 9:41 Dragon
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