[There's the sound of papers rusting; the journal has been magicked to record even before Physis finds it.]

Ah, where...

[The crash of a metal instrument hitting the floor, then a sigh of relief as she picks up the journal and holds it.

Then, in a panic.]

Everyone!

[Deep breaths for a minute, then more calmly]Everybody on the trip, please, ( Read more... )

How many years has it been since I last keep a journal? Far too many, I think. A "secret admirer" seems to have found me one that can translate others' written entries to Braille as an early Valentine's gift, so it seems I no longer have a reason not to. Thank you, Jomy, it's lovely ( Read more... )