Journal Entry 43:
Despite the cost of paper here above the enclave, Nanna has insisted that I continue my journals. She says that it serves both to teach me to write better and to heal my body and mind.
I’m still very upset about what happened that day. I’m not sure that will ever change. I don’t know how such a wound can ever heal.
Nanna says I need to be positive though! So, my belly is still growing! It’s getting larger every day. Supposedly, the other women say that if I’m lucky, my child will wait for another 30 cycles before being born. I’m not sure I can handle another 30 cycles of sluggish, tired walking. The other women try to get me to ‘ride’ on this cart thing, which they have a bearfolk man pulling, but I just can’t bring myself to do so.
The man laughs with quite the gruff growling noise whenever I say no. He says that my pride makes me quite the attractive mate.
I can’t say that isn’t something I want to hear… but… bears are big… and I feel rather guilty for killing so many of them.
Anyways, I’m running out of room, so, happy thoughts?
My Child will be born soon
We are coming to a town with delicious food (soon?)
Thanks to Nanna, I’m much better at writing
I’m probably the happiest I’ve been since I left the Enclave
“Why do you only write on one side of the paper?”
“Turn it over”
“… I think I’m done… My hand is sore from all this writing.”
“Ah, Randi! My hand hurts! Honest!”
I have friends now.
“Such a waste of paper~”
“I’m going to make you eat mud!”
“Aeeee! Ha ha, only if you can catch me!”
Thanks for the support! I am in your care! This begins volume 2, Monday begins arc 5. Sorry it is so short! Monday’s will be much longer.