The Wilderness has changed again.  It looks like the same shadowed, golden realm it was just before it became the camp, and it turns people into animals in the same way.

[She'd say that it's a good demonstration of how they can't wait out the rebuilding in a warm place that hasn't been ruined by the storm, but she knows that anyone who reads this ( Read more... )

[It's dashed off without any of Mindelan's usual aplomb; droplets of ink are across the page, and the brush was oversaturated, so the letters are thick, bolded even, and kind of dribbly.  A little blood drips from her writing hand down to the page, or runs from her hand down the brush, tainting the letters.  There's even a smear on the edges of the ( Read more... )

[She isn't going to write out, "If the memory was real, I named myself after a horse".  She... just isn't.]

It looks like I've tilted before, in a tournament.  I unhorsed a Sir Voelden when he tried to run me through.  [She knows that everything she learned there is connected to pieces of her past - that, or the Ordeal is making her feel that way - ( Read more... )