As she had went shopping earlier in the day she came across the cutest of little diaries. She had kept one as a teenager and kind of missed having it's pages to confide to as an adult. The book was leather bound with a small brass lock and key.
She had haggled over the price, and eventually the shopkeeper was willing to trade the diary for a cinnamon roll that she had been carrying in a basket on her arm. Tucking the book into said basket, she continued her shopping.
Much later that evening, she's laying in bed, going over the day's events. Spying the diary laying on her nightstand, she reaches over and lifts it to her, gently caressing the leather binding. The key is still tied to the lock and she unlocks the book.
Opening the book, she stares at the first blank page.
"Dear Diary.." She had to laugh at that. How hokey that sounded. Perhaps she should write to her grandmother. They had been close, she and her grandmother. Grams, as Rosie called her, had passed away when Rosie was about ten.
"Dear Grams.." Much better.
"I wish you were here, Grams. I've moved away from Waterdeep and am back home in Ryh'din, where you said we should have stayed. I miss you so much!
"Grams, I met a man. He's tall and strong and absolutely beautiful. He's also kind and considerate. We talk about everything there is to talk about. Even the stuff you said I shouldn't talk to boys about.
She can't help but smile at this point. She remembered all too well how Grams had caught her oldest sister kissing a boy behind the woodshed. She'd whipped them both with a willow tree branch as a lesson to the younger children.
"We went swimming this evening. The sun was setting and the stars were coming out. He's such a romantic, Grams! Even when things got a little too heated and I pulled away from him, he was very considerate of my feelings.
"Don't worry, Grams, we're taking it slow. S.L.O.W. The moral center that you beat into me is still there, rest assured. And Dakota says that's just fine with him.
"Oh yea, his name is Dakota. Fine name that, huh Grams? Yes.. yes... I know, it sounds like a man with a past. And he is that. But he's turned a new leaf in his life and although he struggles at times, he is a good man. And he is trying.
"Alright, about tonight. We were swimming and he was holding me. Things were getting steamy... Grams! Heaven's no! I'm not the huzzy, like Cheron is. We were just... very friendly. Anyway, stop interrupting!
"I pushed away from him. I was afraid that he'd try something that I wasn't ready for. I told him so and surprise surprise, he backed off! He said he is too scared of losing me to try to force me to do what I'm not wanting or ready to do. What a man!
"Anyway Grams, I'll tell you more about him later. I am tired and sleep is making it hard to see the page. I love you, Grams.
She sits and stares down at her neat handwriting and cants her head slightly.
"And I love Dakota too."
She had haggled over the price, and eventually the shopkeeper was willing to trade the diary for a cinnamon roll that she had been carrying in a basket on her arm. Tucking the book into said basket, she continued her shopping.
Much later that evening, she's laying in bed, going over the day's events. Spying the diary laying on her nightstand, she reaches over and lifts it to her, gently caressing the leather binding. The key is still tied to the lock and she unlocks the book.
Opening the book, she stares at the first blank page.
"Dear Diary.." She had to laugh at that. How hokey that sounded. Perhaps she should write to her grandmother. They had been close, she and her grandmother. Grams, as Rosie called her, had passed away when Rosie was about ten.
"Dear Grams.." Much better.
"I wish you were here, Grams. I've moved away from Waterdeep and am back home in Ryh'din, where you said we should have stayed. I miss you so much!
"Grams, I met a man. He's tall and strong and absolutely beautiful. He's also kind and considerate. We talk about everything there is to talk about. Even the stuff you said I shouldn't talk to boys about.
She can't help but smile at this point. She remembered all too well how Grams had caught her oldest sister kissing a boy behind the woodshed. She'd whipped them both with a willow tree branch as a lesson to the younger children.
"We went swimming this evening. The sun was setting and the stars were coming out. He's such a romantic, Grams! Even when things got a little too heated and I pulled away from him, he was very considerate of my feelings.
"Don't worry, Grams, we're taking it slow. S.L.O.W. The moral center that you beat into me is still there, rest assured. And Dakota says that's just fine with him.
"Oh yea, his name is Dakota. Fine name that, huh Grams? Yes.. yes... I know, it sounds like a man with a past. And he is that. But he's turned a new leaf in his life and although he struggles at times, he is a good man. And he is trying.
"Alright, about tonight. We were swimming and he was holding me. Things were getting steamy... Grams! Heaven's no! I'm not the huzzy, like Cheron is. We were just... very friendly. Anyway, stop interrupting!
"I pushed away from him. I was afraid that he'd try something that I wasn't ready for. I told him so and surprise surprise, he backed off! He said he is too scared of losing me to try to force me to do what I'm not wanting or ready to do. What a man!
"Anyway Grams, I'll tell you more about him later. I am tired and sleep is making it hard to see the page. I love you, Grams.
She sits and stares down at her neat handwriting and cants her head slightly.
"And I love Dakota too."