Aimee Brenoch's Journal - 1st Entry
I don't know why I'm still writing in this thing.
I suppose it's because Eral can be very convincing when he wants to. He says I should keep a record of days so we might look back on our lives and remember the best times. "These may be the finest of our days my sweet Aimee, best to remember them while we can", he always says. I think he's right and I suppose that's why I keep coming back to this journal.
He's usually right, I've learned that more and more since we left the city. "The city is too crowded my love, we should leave this place and make our home in the countryside", he said, and so we did. We just packed up whatever we could carry and walked out through the city gates. I was terrified. I couldn't imagine where or how we'd live out here. Malmouth was my home, I was born there amidst the din and grime of the Steelcap District. But Eral was right, the city was too crowded and this countryside is truly beautiful.
We've found ourselves a small stead, rich land for farming, and more space than anyone could ask for. It's the perfect place to start a family and that's just what we'll be doing. I'm now 2 months pregnant with our first child. It's going to be a girl, I just know it. I've been waiting for the right moment to tell Eral but he's been so busy, toiling about in the farm and traveling back and forth to the city for supplies. I won't be able to hide it from him much longer. He's going to be so happy.
The finest of our days, indeed.