Eliona Embersong
Undated. Written in Thalassian. The handwriting is shaky.
There was silence again. No need for speech. Seems everyone wants to help suddenly. Even the little bees that never cared to notice. Curious.
The Matron spoke to Spike. The result was favorable. It seems. Unsure what will transpire in the end. His choice depends on the other one.
As for him. I missed him this evening. Missed the comfort. Would he still care if he knew everything? I wish to share our secrets. Fear. Can one still love in the darkness?
That woman’s words were curious. Though, doubtful anyone is as forgiving as her. Do I have the strength... that she believes I have? Time will tell.
Seems the liquid isn’t performing its function. Somewhat dulled. Though unfavorable feelings continue.
