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Changelog
A short poem has been copied into the journal, just above the next entry and reads:
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This is just how I normally feel… add a man into the equation and double it, at least. So pathetic. Especially if they seem at all interested in me, which despite my best efforts to just blend in, has happened more than once since coming to Thay. Mostly it scares me, but… there is also something nice about being noticed in that way.
There’s the legionnaire… but I’ve always thought his teasing and sweet words weren’t reserved for me, and haven’t taken them seriously. Just about anything female seems to turn his head. He can be kind though and, I guess I’ve grown to trust him.
Then just yesterday, the rogue… the perfect word to describe him. He made me smile and laugh and blush, and I hope it isn’t the last time he includes me in his mischief-making.
And as much as I can’t believe I’m writing it, I do think I’m getting better at overcoming my own anxieties… around women -and- men. Maybe I'll crumple that poem into a little ball someday and toss it into the fireplace. We'll see.
Entry 10
This is just how I normally feel… add a man into the equation and double it, at least. So pathetic. Especially if they seem at all interested in me, which despite my best efforts to just blend in, has happened more than once since coming to Thay. Mostly it scares me, but… there is also something nice about being noticed in that way.
There’s the legionnaire… but I’ve always thought his teasing and sweet words weren’t reserved for me, and haven’t taken them seriously. Just about anything female seems to turn his head. He can be kind though and, I guess I’ve grown to trust him.
Then just yesterday, the rogue… the perfect word to describe him. He made me smile and laugh and blush, and I hope it isn’t the last time he includes me in his mischief-making.
And as much as I can’t believe I’m writing it, I do think I’m getting better at overcoming my own anxieties… around women -and- men. Maybe I'll crumple that poem into a little ball someday and toss it into the fireplace. We'll see.