Morday, 23 End of Spring

He's done it.  Dayne's actually done it and I couldn't be happier.  To know that papa's given his blessing to this, to us... I'm quite certain I made quite the spectacle of myself when Dayne told me, but what do I care?  Should I care if people see me hugging the man I hope to marry, some day?


Probably, but I don't!  I really and truly don't.  Let them talk.  I've made my choice and papa agrees with it.


It was weird though, sitting on the beach and talking of politics.  As if I don't get enough of that in those stuffy meetings.  Yes, what we're doing is important, but does anyone even care that I loved my cousin? Eslianne had her issues... as do I, but she was family and I loved her.  Now I've lost her, and all they want to do is fight over who's the best one to fill the shoes of her house.  As if that weren't bad enough, they expect me to join in.


For papa's sake I will, but not on the beach, not in the arms of the man I love, not while the wind's in my hair and  the salt air fills me with a need to run.  I'm becoming positively wild, locked up behind stone walls so often. I wonder why?  I used to love these winters in the city.


But at least the topic was one of importance.  Flaern.  I'll never know, I suppose, what it was he meant to say to me that night, but that's okay.  I think we're happier this way, better off.   I think of him too much as a brother to consider anything else.  And he does have my backing; my support, Dayne's and papa's, all the way.  


Now I just have to figure out how best to help him.