Twenty-First Ink Drop [Written | Accidental Voice]
[Miyabi had been out in the forest, simply practicing a bit of delicate calligraphy more to calm herself than anything else. A form of meditation, perhaps - she really did need to kind of clear her mind sometimes, over various things. The journal records a slow, careful intake of breath and the curve of ink on paper, before it blots suddenly and a shuffling is caught off in the distance.
A sigh, and then a sentence appears in her journal before it is closed.]
If someone could please take care of my sword for me, it will be in the forest, close to the river. Thank you.
A sigh, and then a sentence appears in her journal before it is closed.]
If someone could please take care of my sword for me, it will be in the forest, close to the river. Thank you.