Ever since she had the little black book, full of unmarked pages and unbent, not one drop of ink has touched the pages.
Now, it was a quiet night, the day having been uneventful. Elliot played with a ball of her unused yarn on the made sheets of the bed. Gwin had undone and re-braided her hair loosely, her night gown flowing about her ankles.
"There you go, little one. Get all of your energy out, for a peaceful sleep."
"Meooow!"
Elliot purred as Gwin got into bed, curious to the the little black book on her knees. Thoughts raced through her still awake mind, and finally she took her quill from her night stand. A small dip of the ink, then she scribbled on the first open page. The date, time, then this followed:
~Today, it was quiet. To quiet, actually. I didn't go to the market, due to the storm so I missed out on good bread. Maybe the pastries as well, that the Baker's Daughter makes. Is this how you're supposed to write about your day? I don't even know. Anyways, Elliot is playing with my feet... Again.
I do pray though that Ameren and Havaldr come back safe, and unharmed. Connwear seems cold, and distant. I worry for Havaldr's luck in his... Quarrel. Also that Ameren doesn't lose her mind with him around. He can get chatty.
I think I will put this down, let the pages dry as I sleep.~
