Entry 5:
Now that I've had a hot cup of tea and some of the 
nutbread I brought back from a cookstall, I feel more
able to continue. Three diary entries in one day -- that's a new 
record for me indeed. 

What else lies heavily on my mind is that I still don't know what to 
say to Gwenn. I've had a day and a night to think about it so far, 
and am no closer to knowing what I'll do when the time comes. 
Thoughts tumble 'round my head until I'm near to screaming in 
frustration. 

Perhaps I shall write to my parents via the 'Net later, though I must 
remember to be even more careful than usual in what I tell them. If 
only Grandmother was still alive. Even when her Second Sight saw 
nothing, she would still listen to me and offer advice. Oh Goddess, 
why did You take her before she could teach me ? There's so much that 
I'm afraid to tell anyone but You. 

If I dared, I'd write also to High Priestess Ainne back at the 
university. But nobody knows that I studied with her Wiccan group for 
a year. If it wasn't for her teachings in basic mental discipline, 
then (at best) I'd surely have been hunted as a wild talent long ago. 

Even going dress shopping in town served as only a temporary 
distraction. I finally found my way into Hannah and Katerina 
MacDoevids' Tailor shop. They're quite a contrast; like a hawk and a 
dove. Both of them are absolute delights ; I've never before been 
waited upon as if I were a fine lady. I rather enjoyed the 
experience, after I got over my intial hesitations.
My new long dress is the most beautiful shade of green, and is 
wonderfully soft. I wonder what Gwenn will think when he sees it ?

If it's not too much too ask, could You please send me some sort of 
sign ?