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|En route to Terrick's Roost|
|26th September 289|
'The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.'
A hastily scrawled list of herbs begins this entry, now neatly crossed out
I had no spare parchment.
So many questions. But it's not my place to voice them, and everyone is so busy! I was only two when the Lord and his family left the Riverlands - calling Terrick's Roost 'home' still tastes strange. A nice thought, I suppose. Though the Vale is the only place I remember being.
What if the herbs grow differently in the lowlands? What if there's a Maester already, who won't want my help? What if they don't need me anymore?
What if, what if, what if!
The kindness of the Lady Tressa in bringing me into her home as a babe is one thing I never allow myself to forget. An orphan, raised practically alongside the lords and ladies of a great family. How many girls are so lucky? Yet, it's a bittersweet thing, to know one's 'family' isn't truly theirs. And they're all growing up, so far ahead of me. So much for them to learn, countless duties to put first. I know eventually they will go their own way. Where will that leave me?
Oh, I shouldn't concern myself so horribly for the years to come. Not with the excitement of the here and now. But the line between excitement and fear is a fine one.
I hope I don't disappoint them. I'll just try to stay out of the way. A fish out of water, trying not to flap and flail. Lest I be skewered and served up for dinner!
A splodge of ink obscures the next paragraph.
Damnation. Writing while on horseback perhaps wasn't the best idea. I'll wait until we've arrived.