For weeks now my thoughts have been over run with only a few things.  My duties, and then Heidi and Corin.  So much so that I have filled almost an entire journal trying to get my thoughts sorted and straight.  My duties will always come first.  

I have always had very different relationships with both of these women.…

Sitting down and taking quill to paper as I have so many times before.  A skill that many have lost.  The sound of the quill scratching on the paper is one I still find soothing.  Quill, ink and old paper.  Memories of my past.  But yet they still feel right.  more so than pencil or pen.