Gabrielle Millison:
Where do I start? I guess I am writing this because things are happening in my life that are not like anything I ever thought I would do, ever. I mean…I wake up in the morning…early. I get up, wash, eat breakfast..rub down my armour, repair any dints in my sword or shield, check all my equipment, maybe smelt a dagger or two in the forge and ….well….its all in days work for me. And that’s only just in the morning.
My best friend Venus tells me I should have been a Dorandite with all the hours I put into the forge. I don’t think so though. My father followed Toran and he has a smithy in Fort Last. He is retired now but he was a good smithy and he taught me everything I know…now I teach him things. I find that funny because he pretends to be offended when I show him something new in a technique in working metal. He taught me about Toran too but I never listened much.I was always into stories about dragons. Yeah I know Toran is a dragon too but I loved the stories I heard about Rofirein. Toran was always too stuffy and pompous for my liking. All thee’s and thou’s, thous shalt not do this, thou shalt not do that. Phoeey.
My mother followed Rofirein, she was and still is loving and gentle and was always very supportive of my desire to learn about Rofirein. She was very proud of me the other day. Both my parents were. I came home from the jouney to Pranzis where I was finally accepted into the Knights of the Wyrm as a Unit Captain no less. Imagine that. I thought they had made a mistake. I only went to the initiation to make Tarradon happy. Now look at me. Amazingly I am really happy about it. I told my parents about Tarradon and how he had been given the title of Umbra in the order. They were suitably impressed. I am happy for him but I think if there ever was a future for us we have missed it. He serves Rofirein totally and utterly. I can see the love in his eyes when he looks at me but it is a love I don’t think I shall ever be a part of somehow. I don’t know why but I am proud and happy for him and I wish him well. I don’t feel sad that we may never be together. I am sure one day I will find someone who isn’t in love with someone else more than me.
Thinking about everything. Funny thing is I don’t really feel any different, I came home, had dinner with my parents and told them the news, they were happy for me, we ate and then father read from a book on smelting I gave him a while ago from the Shoufal dwarves. It was like old times when I still lived at home. It was nice.
The next day I headed out for Haven to go mining. My fellow knight; sounds odd doesn’t it; Jennara had asked if I could help supply weapons to the army she was gathering to take back Roldem. I happily agreed and as usual took with me several people who also wanted to help. Mind you somehow its always me in the front line. I don’t mind however…somehow I couldn’t think of being anywhere else. And this time we had a healer with us which was nice.
I guess I have started writing this diary since…well…mother tells me it’s a good thing, to gather ones thoughts in one place. That’s not always easy for me, my mind races of in different directions sometimes. Except when I am crafting or looking after people. Then it’s different. I guess that’s why I like…serve Rofirein. I like helping people and protecting them.
I remember when I went to Shoufal that time and spoke to Dern the dwarven hammer of Dorand. I helped the dwarves there out with a problem they had with xorn and got to spend some time several of their smiths. I really appreciated my time there and I still have my rock if I ever want to go back and visit them.
Well…for now the sun is bright and cheerful and I am tired of writing…already. Time to head to Haven I think.
