Between Sales

The little journal was bound in dark leather, sealed with a thong that wrapped around a button to keep it closed and give some protection from prying eyes. The script within was feminine, a rather pleasant cursive script.

This evening I met Dame Marie, of Glassmoor, the very same daughter of the Margrave. She was not as I expected her to be, and I do believe what rumors I have heard about her behavior are, at this point, simply that. Marie was very polite, if a little into her mead. We ordered a second round and talked for a little while; she seemed excited to learn that I am from Glassmoor, too - Evidently there are few of us this far south, despite the capitol being here.

Really, it was fascinating. She told me of a successful raid against a Cinn party the other day, and of being knocked off her horse. Such things are exciting to hear about, of course, but I doubt I have that kind of courage. My skills lay in figuring, not in fighting, although speaking of such, Marie has offered to teach me to use the rapier Papa bought me to good use! She was very kind about it, although I suspect she may have some other reason for offering - she did say some rather curious things, and when we said goodnight waved at me over her shoulder. I don't know where her intentions are inclined, but if Dame Marie is typical of the subjects here, my life is shortly to become very, very interesting.

Still, I'm awfully curious about this place - I am thinking of sending away to Papa for money. I know business was well this season, or it was before I left. I might use some of it to buy something pretty for Mama - you know how she appreciates pretty things, and with me away from home it might do her heart some good.

I would write more, diary, but it's terribly cold right now and I really must rest. The trip was more difficult than I had thought it would be.

Yours, as always,
Kelleigh Allyna de Vries