[There's a soft thud of a journal hitting the ground, which is pretty much what sets it recording.  It's landed open face down; nothing to see on it but snow.  Then there's a second thud, and a faint scrabbling sound.  Pause.  Another scrabble and the journal shifts slightly on the ground, before there's a soft, high sound of distress nearby ( Read more... )

[There's the sound of pages flipping, first slowly and then more rapidly with some ...kinda sullen muttering in the background. Then the journal is being shaken up and down, because that's a useful thing to do.]

What is this, totally blank? What's the point? Thought I could at least get a name, you little thief ... nng. Hellooo? Is anyone out ( Read more... )