March 21, Spring, year 21
Where to begin...?
Well, let's start with Damien's idiocy. After that fiasco behind the waterfall, Harris and Elli were brought back by Celia and Marlin. Pony, being Pony, joined them the minute she heard my name and has been trying to baby me every since she got here even though she's the pregnant one!
…Okay, so the fight—if you can even call it that—I had with Damien pulled a few muscles and the like. I'm not a cripple!
Anyways, I was carted back to my house—Skye and Elli wouldn't take no for an answer—and Damien was taken off to the Inner Inn for questioning. So everything I got from that was secondhand because I was… something of a mess. Thank goodness for my sister, she kept me from losing it entirely and maybe needing to be sedated.
After Skye saw me home, he went down to the Inn, and apparently cast some pretty cool magic spells on the Inn's main room so that he could trick Damien into his confession. And there was a tape recorder and everything, which was more than enough to convict the slimeball. Attempted rape and murder should get him a lifetime in prison… I think.
I need to know more on the justice system apparently.
But Harris will be shipping him out on the next ferry, unconscious thanks to Skye's spell. He says that I'll probably get a summons for court to testify against Damien here within the next couple of weeks.
Man… that'll mean going to the city again. I wonder who'll be in charge of Lauren's wedding boutique now that she's gone? Uhm… If memory serves, it might be her oldest daughter… Carol, that's right! Carol.
Ironic that Carol's my age. I have to call her and tell her that Damien's going in for justice… She might not like me, but it's only fair that I do that.
Because Elli put me on bedrest, again, Pony, Skye and Uncle Tak are doing all my farm chores. I really hope that this doesn't last long… I mean it's just a little fatigue, thanks, I can get up…
Owowowow… okay, maybe I can't. Glad no one was here to see that spectacular failure. I guess I'm too stubborn for my own good sometimes.
Well, I at least got to see Gus and Nami get married yesterday. In their case it was down at the beach, so there was a lot of room for everyone to move around, and I was able to claim a bench. Again, at doctor's orders. Bah, I can't wait til they let me up again.
But it was adorable. Nami looked good in the white girl-tux and tophat. Heh, her hat and Gus's were competing in size!
Mmmm… I found some of the sketches Lauren made the night I went to try and propose to Skye. A couple of them made me giggle, thinking about how… well, poofy they would be. Lauren apparently thought so too, since there's marks on them in her scribble-writing.
But there's a couple that I like… they're complicated, sort of, but pretty. Actually if I take the ribbons from the one and that beadwork from the other… Ack, what am I doing? I'm not getting married…
Skye and I are…. Well, we're on odd terms. We're speaking again, thanks to Damien—probably one of the only good things that came out of this mess—but it's a little awkward still. He hasn't had the time to explain whatever it is he's supposed to explain to me, thanks to handling the off-the-farm plants. Of which I planted an asinine amount I realize.
Oh, and the flower, the Moon Rose! I almost forgot, it's blooming! Or starting to at least. And it glows… It's not a bright glow, but in the middle of the night it's obvious how it glows. Enough light to see by, and the smell… not heavy, but very much present. And it's permeated the whole house, just from my room alone.
The cats have tried to eat it a couple of times, but a quick squirt from the spray bottle changes their minds pretty quickly. Also, Marmalade keeps jumping on the screens covering the windows, so I think he might get to be an outdoors kitty… once he gets a little bigger. I hope he and Coconut get along, I'd rather not have to deal with cranky kitties in the middle of the night anymore.
Also, Skye officially doesn't mess with the birds any more. Which is sad, since I told Pony how Nana and the other ducks would chase him and she wanted to see it. But no, the chores have been divided up pretty simply. Uncle Tak has the livestock, Pony has the birds—the easiest job since she's preggers, and I don't fancy Grey getting all pissy with me for letting her work hard—and Skye takes care of the plants. Watering, weeding and harvesting, though Pony does help with the last bit.
She's also been dropping some not-so-subtle hints that maybe he's working the farm because he does want to stay with me. If I let myself hope… it hurts. Hope hurts. I don't want those hopes to be dashed again, not after all this.
Ah, I hear feet! It must be time for food!