I think I can’t recall the last time I kept a diary.

See, to write in a diary you need to have something to say. You need to want to speak.

But ever since the war I had been so busy running errands, taking menial jobs and trying to get just enough coppers to get by along with my dragonhawks, that I never quite found the time to want to speak.

( Valestiel speaks about speaking... )

…About a year ago

She ran.

She had watched her from a distance. She had read the magic book. She had seen with her own eyes the crowd that she hanged out with.

She had managed to ambush her, throw her off balance, and gain the upper hand with the surprise element.

She had managed to put up a brave façade.

Her sister was so terribly bad at reading her ( Read more... )