Gåwåin

((This is intended to be a private RP between Faunah DeCapo and Angrif Lightforge and his alt, Gawain Lightforge. However, if someone does decide to visit the home, that's how it works~))

November 23. It was the day before the Pilgrim's Bounty feast. Faunah sighed, smoothing out her tightening dress. She'd have to go to the tailor again to get refitted. The pregnancy made her gain a dress size what felt like every hour, but was perhaps more like every other week. She and Angrif had figured that she was about 4 to5 months along. How was she going to where her hair tomorrow? Up, down, half up, half down? She swayed in the mirror, playing with her ebon locks. Behind her Acacia played with a few dolls, narrating an incoherent story. What about dress? The golden one she wore last time Gawain came for dinner was already too small. It should be yellow though, Gawain likes yellow.

((This is intended to be a private RP between Faunah and Angrif/Gawain at Faunah and Angrif's home in Ironforge.))

It was a side of Faunah that Angrif hadn't seen before. The worry over impressing Angrif's father, Gawain Lightforge, was the ultimate stressor. The night before he had told her to not worry, but that was all she could do. She put on a calm face, and in the morning asked him to run a few errands before tonight. Acacia, her daughter, needed a new dress- or at least something new and decent -preferably yellow or gold.

It pains me to bring these memories back...to re-open old scars, it is needed however, if I am to go to my death with a clean slate, having confessed everything I have seen and done.

To Whomever has pried this tome from the Library in Stormwind or Stromgarde....

 I find it dificult sometimes, to think about what I have done. I often find that I stop in the middle of reading a book, or writing a letter, sometimes just eating and I think...What have I done? What have I done to others, what have I done to my family...to innocents...to myself?....