11-19
Erin got me this journal for my birthday, but I just haven't had much chance to write anything lately. It's good to have a real journal though, that's not falling to pieces or doubling as storage. Things have been pretty busy, but not in a bad way really. All the work on the expansion seems to have really paid off since this first day we got a lot more customers than we usually do. It was great though, and we could manage it with Griffith helping- and even Carley. I guess I should learn to trust her more often.
I haven't been able to make nearly as many rag dolls for Jake as I've wanted to. Just a few, but Griffith and a couple of his sisters are helping with those too, and I've got Mille making some. This weekend I'm going to try to make some time to go to the orphanage. Teach the kids there how to make them. I'll see about bringing some clothing and blankets to donate too. We have a bit in storage we're not going to need. I'm sure Erin could part with some of the jewelry she's made too. I'm not so sure the kids there get much beyond necessities, so something extra might be nice.
That tea. It didn't work, or stopped working. I'm not sure which. At least I have more time for all the things I need to do, since I'm not sleeping as much again. I guess it was just too good to be true.
Instead of staying at Mille's tonight I'm staying here at Grem's. I just feel safer here, all considered. It's probably nothing, but I saw a male elf with green hair at the inn. I know I'm probably overreacting, but after everything with Fahl, I just can't help it. I still have nightmares about him sometimes. I hate it. I hate him for making me feel like this- paranoid and unsafe. Like I have to watch my back all the time. Like I can't even walk in front of an alley, or go out alone. Because he just might be there. Waiting. Gods only knows where he is now. I hope this guy I saw was just a sylph or whatever Amthy is or just- anything except for what I am. I don't want to go through everything again.
I'm safe here at least.
Erin got me this journal for my birthday, but I just haven't had much chance to write anything lately. It's good to have a real journal though, that's not falling to pieces or doubling as storage. Things have been pretty busy, but not in a bad way really. All the work on the expansion seems to have really paid off since this first day we got a lot more customers than we usually do. It was great though, and we could manage it with Griffith helping- and even Carley. I guess I should learn to trust her more often.
I haven't been able to make nearly as many rag dolls for Jake as I've wanted to. Just a few, but Griffith and a couple of his sisters are helping with those too, and I've got Mille making some. This weekend I'm going to try to make some time to go to the orphanage. Teach the kids there how to make them. I'll see about bringing some clothing and blankets to donate too. We have a bit in storage we're not going to need. I'm sure Erin could part with some of the jewelry she's made too. I'm not so sure the kids there get much beyond necessities, so something extra might be nice.
That tea. It didn't work, or stopped working. I'm not sure which. At least I have more time for all the things I need to do, since I'm not sleeping as much again. I guess it was just too good to be true.
Instead of staying at Mille's tonight I'm staying here at Grem's. I just feel safer here, all considered. It's probably nothing, but I saw a male elf with green hair at the inn. I know I'm probably overreacting, but after everything with Fahl, I just can't help it. I still have nightmares about him sometimes. I hate it. I hate him for making me feel like this- paranoid and unsafe. Like I have to watch my back all the time. Like I can't even walk in front of an alley, or go out alone. Because he just might be there. Waiting. Gods only knows where he is now. I hope this guy I saw was just a sylph or whatever Amthy is or just- anything except for what I am. I don't want to go through everything again.
I'm safe here at least.