It was getting late in the afternoon and I sat down to eat some more bread. It was so good, I hope I don't fill out this dress.

After eating, I wanted to check this place out, that looked like it had archery. I have always wanted to learn, but in the big city, where are you going to find the room. I was right, there it is, I am like a kid in a candy store.


It started to rain, so thought I would get one last shot in and find shelter.

I found my way to a pavilion and saw some people to talk to. I talked to this one lady, Marida O'connell, she seemed nice. She said her family has lived in this area for years. I actually found out the name of this town, Dragon Valley. That seems appropriate. I told her I had found an egg and it was a purple dragon. She said that was her favorite and it will actually summon a friend or summon someone new. That seemed like a cool thing for a dragon to do.

I saw it was not going to let up raining, so went home and decided to try and sleep. I was afraid I would wake up in my bed in Brideport and I really didn't want to, not yet. I still had places I wanted to go yet.

I dreamed alot of different things. I wonder if there is such a thing as a knight. I would imagine where I am now, there would be, but I don't think I will find one.

I woke up the next morning and was so excited that I was still here. I took Iggy out and fed him and actually talked to him for a bit. People back home have a name for this. I would probably be taken away in a straight jacket.


I had picked up a violin on my travels. I used to sit for hours and listen to my uncle play and it took some getting use to. I sounded like a cat with his tail caught in a door.


My fingers grew numb, so I sat down to read for a bit. It had rained all day and I had not even gone out of the house, but my eyelids were getting heavy, so I laid down to go to sleep. I thought I heard a noise outside, but I felt like my arms and legs wouldn't move. I dreamed of a man dressed in a dashing outfit, sitting on a white horse.

It was a beautiful horse and the man wasn't hard on the eyes either, in fact, he was gorgeous. He had striking red hair and I imagined him with blue eyes. He was watching my house, like he knew the person that lived there, then I woke up. Geeze, what timing, not now. I got up and ran outside, just in time to see someone riding a white horse around the bend.
