Pink Demons

Auld Gretta was lovely. It was like being back home at Nana and Popop's house: full of homecooked food, good stories, and warm hospitality. Popop's garden is better though. Not that there's anything wrong with orchards and cows, but I do prefer the almost untamed nature of the colorful flora that Nana and Popop cultivate.
 
There were some rather brutish tall fellows assailing Gretta's farm. Rather rude, stealing everything down to their own couture from the townsfolk. Nodda mentioned they were trespassing and breaking old agreements. A fight ensued, though I was hardly worried since Gretta had already dispatched one of the ruffians prior. I may have released a few too many stockpiled injuries onto one of the fellows. He was quite aggressive, and in my personal space, but legs really shouldn't bend that way. Whoops. One of his comrades fled into the night, rasping something about returning to the Queen, and someone by the name of Side exacting retribution. Worrisome. I do hope Gretta isn't harmed.
 
Carts are HEAVY!! I realize that should be obvious, but I've never tried to move one by hand before! Lim was invaluable with their assistance. I cannot fathom how difficult it is to move something even larger like a train car. Perhaps they build them on the tracks?
 
Laylee is as anxious as ever. I think the fight unsettled her. I told her some stories of the Feywild to take her mind off any unpleasant stress that might be lingering for her. She said I am more "proper" than she expected of a cleric of Pan... Am I doing something wrong? She said it was alright not to be loud all the time, but I still find myself wondering if I'm not living up to what I could be. Should be? Mother and Father would be pleased my manners aren't slipping, but... should they be? Aah, thinking about such things always makes me feel so conflicted. I do want to make them proud! But am I suppressing myself by doing so? Is that bad? It weighs heavy on me... Hopefully sleep will help clear my mind.