Ashwyneth's Diary

I have learned that I cannot, at any time, tell a soul where I will be in a week's time. For I never know myself, when strange differences in my life may occur. Pleasant and unpleasant alike.

What a long week it has been for me! It began with a fight I attempted in vain to break up.

My patient from my previous entry, Lefwin, is doing far better now. I am thankful he survived, but I do hope he gains healing beyond physical wounds. He is so young, but so pained. His strength of will is something to be respected.

It has been a bit of time since I have had a person for whom to care, and my! He was in terrible shape! I found myself scarcely finding a wink of sleep since he has come into my care. He has only ever gained slight consciousness; not even enough mind about him to tell his name. 

Carria, Adriellyn and I leave for Rivendell in the morning, yet I cannot sleep.

Through the dull passing of every day being the same, a ray of light has broken. An older friend I had thought long gone happened upon me in the Prancing Pony. Never had I felt so glad for the nostalgic desire for mead which sometimes will begin within me.

I am rather tired so my writing may be sloppy and it shall be kept short.

I was in town, checking on an old patient of mine earlier this week. After I had finished with the elderly woman for some reason, I decided to stand outside of the Prancing Pony inn and stare at the fountain while thinking. I truly do not even recall what led to me even standing there.

I've no idea what to do, and so all I may do is write. That is to say, apart of what I have already done.

There is little to report. Much work to be done in preparing my infirmary for use.

I have not seen much of anyone in these past few weeks, aside from some fellow named Bob, and a kindly older merchant named Charles. I have had some conversation with the both of them, but little otherwise.

It is not so lonely as I felt, a couple weeks ago. I suppose I have simply become accustomed to being by myself for extended periods of time.

Carria has returned! She returned to Everslade while I was away, and immediately set about fixing up the little village once again. I had missed her so very much! Her presence has made my currently dreary life, feel much less so.