Eliona Embersong
Undated. Written in Thalassian. The ink looks blotted in several places and the writing seems scratchier than the previous entires.
Gone is the cage I cling to. It may always whisper to me though, in the darkness. Seems I belong with darkness as my husband said.
Mother bird didn’t like what I had to say the other night. Mad at the frog and the rabbit.
I forgot. There was a reason. Why did the frog ignore the request?
Selfish little thing. Not thinking.
I’ve stopped caring. Except for him. No one else cares, it seems. Expecting me to think as them, without understanding. No sense in trying.
He isn’t concerned with the past. Secrets. He wouldn’t like mine if he knew.
The walls of text are a distraction, but were they ever mine? She’ll likely take them away. If not. I’m used to silence.
