I haven't written in awhile, I had other things on my mind:
There was a fire. It was horrible. The whole forest burnt down. Our home... its destroyed.
I don't know what to say. I don't know how it happened.
Everyone I care about is still alive, my mother, my father, my brother, Yvon and ofcourse Whitey, but I am scarred for life. My left arm, I could not fully heal it. There are still burn marks.
We were save, by a guy named Fithorlim. He gave us shelter during the fire. Yvon and I grew so much closer together, we finally decided to get married. It was a good moment to built something new. Fithorlim married us, he was a cleric.
We exchanged our families beaded bracelets at the ceremony. (his is pretty ugly, but I guess I shouldn't be too picky right now).
Once we have helped with rebuiling our settlement, Yvon and I will go on a journey together. Do something fun, leave our presence known to the world (with paint ofcourse). And hopefully we can built a family of our own when we get back.