12/10/1347
Sherwood forest
All of the horses seem to be getting better. The bay with the left foreleg sock is almost completely better, and the rest aren't far behind her. I've actually been quite happy here for the past few days, working among the herd. Maybe when I'm done with this, I can come back here to live.
I just hope our enemies don't figure out we're using this place as a kind of home base.
I'm worried about my friends. I hope they're doing okay in Morocco, and Idelle is behaving herself and not killing completely defenseless people again. And I hope they come back soon.
Though, Tuck (in my staff) has been showing me secret places that he used around here in his time. And he knows a lot of songs, and some of them are positively filthy.
Is it really my fault that the most memorable ones that I find myself singing when I'm taking care of the herd are the really dirty ones? I'm especially fond of "The Widow and the Devil" and "The Scotsman".
Good night, diary. Hopefully, I'll live through tomorrow.
12/11/1347
Sherwood Forest
I can't decide what to think about what happened today; I thought Gaius at least liked the little dark elf, if not loved her. I can see the wisdom in not leaving enemy spies behind us, but killing her, naked and in cold blood?
I wish I'd at least gotten the chance to mention that offering that choice to Gaius was actually a suicidal move on her part. I can't decide if she wasn't faking her infatuation with Gaius or she figured that her people would simply come after her and kill her even if we dropped her at the ends of the earth.
First Aidan, now her; I think we need to stop letting dark elves join us. They all seem to come to bad ends. (Not to mention that it's very strange to look at Arnie and see Aidan's mannerisms overlying Arnie's face. Also, Aidan was much cuter as an elf, even a dark elf. Damnit. Gentle asking if there's maybe a way to get Aidan his own body has gone nowhere.)
Not to mention that it's very difficult to go for the long rides where I can get my head clear and do some real thinking these days, what with needing to have Gavião around all the time. I wish I were a stronger cleric already; I still feel sort of useless. Not as useless as I felt before I learned to fight from horseback (hello, height advantage!) but it's still pretty inarguable that five dark elves with pointy sticks could probably capture me if I were separated from him. (Before I got Tuck's staff and Spot started getting smart, it would only have taken two. I'm getting better!) And I feel bad having adolescent angst around him. He didn't exactly ask for this tour of duty, and I can tell that between me being thoughtless and our choice of companions, his last nerve is wearing thin.
Maybe this new elf will work out better than Idelle did. I hope so, anyway. He's justifiably confused and I'm not sure we've managed to explain things quite to his satisfaction.
And I just plain don't like it when my party members stab each other, even when it's to put people to sleep. That's just badness all around.
Spot is nibbling my hair, which means it's probably time to put this away and sleep for a while. I need a better name for Spot now that it looks like I'm going to manage to keep her. She's getting to be more intelligent the more time I spend around her; I've heard this happens with Epona clerics and their horses, but I was never allowed to keep an individual horse long enough for it to happen with me before.
Night, diary. Hopefully, I'll live through tomorrow.
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