Ragna
Sometimes I think about the things that I want to say before I say them, but even when I think about them, the effect doesn’t come out the way I thought it would. I never had to think about my words before, since I could escape through my charms, and all would be forgotten. Now, that won’t do.
My mate remembers everything even when I charm her, but I’m not pressured. I actually feel relieved. There is no pretending anymore. There is just her.
The dirt and sweat on my body don’t bother me anymore. I am sweating now, a new adaptation my body made since coming here. Especially when I’m working and toiling on the farm as the witch gives me the hard labor ones. I don’t mind. What I do mind is that it’s often the farthest job from my mate.
I could spot my mate’s small form on the horiz
