((Written in unpracticed, sloppy ink and quill...))
Dearest journal!
Oh, I miss you so much, madame journal. Not being able to write down my thoughts while confined to this island is really annoying. I wish I could find better paper but this was all I could find, some crumpled parchment with a picture of a naked lady doing sit-ups on the back. Pretty weird, huh, journal?
Anyways, gosh I miss you! I wonder how you're doing? I bet you and the typewriter have become even better friends, having lunches together, and maybe little knishes. He might have even proposed to you by now! Can you imagine?? If he has, well, congratulations! And, I hope I'll be invited to your wedding! Gosh, how magical.
Oh, Zurali has been visiting me! He is so great, I wish he were here right now so I could watch him be great. And hug him! So many hugs, journal, you do not even know. He seems worried, though. There is something happening in the Harbingers? I think I heard that miss Ceirin got attacked. C'est une mystere! Very mysterious, indeed! I hope that she is okay. I hope that everyone is!
Oh, and Idie has been visiting, too! She sure is nice to me since I got arrested. Not that I deserve it right now, being all mopey and such. I hope no one is disappointed in me. Man, I miss Salyssa a whole lot. And the Doctor! Oh, I wonder if he will come to visit. If I get convicted and executed, we'll never get to make a special dinner together. I have been coming up with recipes for weeks! I wonder if they would let me cook in the barracks? I wonder if my friends are doing okay. Do they miss me? Maybe they are better off without me. I mean... I am just not sure anymore, journal, life sure is confusing!
Anyways, I hope this letter finds you well. Sorry my handwriting is so bad! Just one of the many reasons I miss you and monsieur typewriter so much.
-Thierry B.
((A small, bad drawing of herself hugging her journal and typewriter.))
Oh, I miss you so much, madame journal. Not being able to write down my thoughts while confined to this island is really annoying. I wish I could find better paper but this was all I could find, some crumpled parchment with a picture of a naked lady doing sit-ups on the back. Pretty weird, huh, journal?
Anyways, gosh I miss you! I wonder how you're doing? I bet you and the typewriter have become even better friends, having lunches together, and maybe little knishes. He might have even proposed to you by now! Can you imagine?? If he has, well, congratulations! And, I hope I'll be invited to your wedding! Gosh, how magical.
Oh, Zurali has been visiting me! He is so great, I wish he were here right now so I could watch him be great. And hug him! So many hugs, journal, you do not even know. He seems worried, though. There is something happening in the Harbingers? I think I heard that miss Ceirin got attacked. C'est une mystere! Very mysterious, indeed! I hope that she is okay. I hope that everyone is!
Oh, and Idie has been visiting, too! She sure is nice to me since I got arrested. Not that I deserve it right now, being all mopey and such. I hope no one is disappointed in me. Man, I miss Salyssa a whole lot. And the Doctor! Oh, I wonder if he will come to visit. If I get convicted and executed, we'll never get to make a special dinner together. I have been coming up with recipes for weeks! I wonder if they would let me cook in the barracks? I wonder if my friends are doing okay. Do they miss me? Maybe they are better off without me. I mean... I am just not sure anymore, journal, life sure is confusing!
Anyways, I hope this letter finds you well. Sorry my handwriting is so bad! Just one of the many reasons I miss you and monsieur typewriter so much.
-Thierry B.
((A small, bad drawing of herself hugging her journal and typewriter.))