Kifore Path Diaries 284HB

Dilefir A Drakmuth
11 Dasarl of Warens 284HB

As Weringal gets older, I hear things from the other villagers on the road. Rumors of a wild infant child crawling through the wild reeds of Banple Ilt were being spread, for what seems like months now. I eavesdrop as I work on creating more of the jewels, and eventually hear engouh that it's about my son, that he rumors started because one of the mothers told her own child that he had no mother, because amother would take care of her child so he wouldn't be crawling around where danger could snatch him up.
Through the grapevine of children's gossip and tall tales, the origin got lost but if I could uncover it, so could others. I need to find the mother in charge of this, and end her words, end the childs talk, even if I have to add Ashenleaf into each of their drinks. I might... know someone...
I had that dream again. Weringal was left alone because I die, just like his father. All those runes I was saving for him, amounted to nothing as it was pebbles that crumbled in his tiny tolddler hands. He can't even sleep through the night without my hand on his little swaddled back. I need to try to take better care fof myself as I ensure he has a better life. These counterfit jewels are not regulated by Suda's means, but Suda was never desrbied as a mother.
Whenever I die, I need to kow my chid.... my tiny Weringal is living a more honest ljfe than I. By the time Weringal is 2, he's gotten to be wildly exciteable. A toy that reminds me of his dear father sits by his blanket as he sleeps, and he talks to every customer, talks to me throughout the night,. Never knew sleep talking could be this bad. If he slept with his eyes open he could leave a whole sleep-life.

We have a variety of foods now at least, Gerolilt Skere's cheeses, Applies and Kriniberries and Sweet Bump Root, along with blank for a replacement meat.

He was sleeping when I smashed and sold the material for his bridge. I was abel to get near half of what it costs. Not a complete loss, and a valuabel lesson leraned. I let him keep the drawings, I couldn't get the cost for that back, and I knew it broguht him more joy to make it them to see it, he knew it wasn't very impressive after all.

When he woke and say it missing he did a quick glance around, then nodded to himself. He was a little sad, but he knew he was wrong, and accepted it just like that. That's just how my son is. He may have some oddities, he may speak to himself more, or the garden along the path, may speak out of turn, but he's got the hands of his fathers, and that spark in his eye. He's got the aura of those I spent with at the castle, those craftsmen that got their work to where they got into the castle.

My Weringal is going to be grand.

I just need to make sure I give him that headstart.

Around the time the Medulren girl died, I had made up the difference of what Weringal had spent. We still had time to surpass it, though I had already noticed it...

The people who used to line up to buy large supplies were dwindling, and only would visit once a week... to once a month...

Even merchants that used to frequent would compeltely avoid our path now, claims from the death and even rumors of our gems being fake... No proof! not a single proven thing. A tickle in my throat continues to annoy me as well, I may need to visit somewhere, as the husbad of the death girl spreads ies about me, and he would be the one to check on my health.

One thing cuaght up, two more to deal with...

Will we be able to make it to where Weringal can flourish, and not struggle my other children? Like his father? We need him...

We need him to succeed.

As the years go by, I make note of everything I have to spend on. I hear it's popular these days to get portraits done of themselves and important figures. I have Weringal draw it of everyone that crosses the paths, from merchants to villagefolk, I'm sure there's a mon or two in there as well, and plaster the inside of the shack with it. There. Art.

The wood I built the shack with initially was starting to rot and breakdown; I never claime to be a carpenter. I had to pay someone to rebuild the shack in
A lot more children have started to run ontot he path, buying things for merchants or their parents. I don't like it, but I don't like the adults either. It's just what is is. Wereingal seems to want to make friends with them, so I suppose that's the only benefit. Oh, and he can take the horredous violin with him. I love my boy, but loathe that sound.
2GY A new era, same people. Everything is the same. Fears of the classic designs of my dear Kegerem A Drakmuth A Podigen going out of style time and time again, but there's always a new surge of interest, of buyers, of wuk.
3 Warens I needed something new. I haven't stepped out of this small town since the day I stepped foot in it. Weringal is now eleven years of age, he's seen the people that come by, is not an idiot, and isn't easily intimidated. He loves the jewels and metals, and is a smart boy. I can leave him for a month. I promise him good things. I just need a step out of this miserable place. Just a single foot. I asked my most trusted merchant, how long to get a foot out of the Queendom. She tells me its about 12 days to ride in, so 24. An exact month. I leave on Usdern, the First Day, Fifteenth Month, Irldas. The first day of the new year, I can see my little boys face once more. Just one month.
24 Irldas Who knew Gerolilt Skere milk could be so good? I had some made into cheese, and got a new berry, that's good for sweet sauce. They call it sauce. I got some seeds to hopefully plant. It won't be in Swerin Lori, but maybe it'll take. The dirt on Kifore Path is something else. It has donw many things, but letting me down is not what it's been doing all these years. I almost miss it. Mostly my boy.