14th Light beneath the twelfth Moon

3761 Cycles beyond the Dark

722 Years after the Repentance

Entry: 1/065

Dear self,

Little of import occurred within the dreaming world, and less that bear repeating. The day awoke with a banging urgency as guest demanded entrance with the dawn. It was a rushed pelting with more furore than the blizzard storming. A hand at the door was a great alarm with the hand passed the ward. An omen.

But it was a girl, and another. A woman in face, with a girl besides. The first was Alandara, who had a red countenance, and a red vigour. Her hair was red as well. The second was similar. A younger girl, dumb of eye and soul. Soulless, and dispirited she.

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The first begged before asking. Save this sister mine! She exclaimed in hearing. The girl was a little detached from reality you see. A little off was she, with no soul. But living still, yet dead in spirit, the binding remained. A pity it took from me. To clear body of a soulless entity. The spirit needed finding, and we found spirits in plenty. All of it flowing. The husk was lain in slumber with linin and calm. For a time was coming soon but not yet came. We then left waiting, and a guest was given guesting.

In town I took a doll. A peculiar sight. Quaen was in delight to lend her thread and bartered cloth. Not gown, but gowns were made this Light, and a doll was dolled.

But the storm passed, and a sight came into town. A wagon most wonderous with sunlight alight it. Blinking trails trailing, it was painted with summer seasons and warmer fields. A witch had come. A sun witch.

She wore a wide sun had, with sun shining from under it. Where rain fell above the dawn fell within, and it was as bright as noon. And Noonsheen she held. As young as Summer, contained within that glow of hers, and that spritely grin.

But I was frost. I was Frosted Bubbleshil Delight, and a delight we had between day and night. And I sold much by day’s light. A witch came to-day, with call to see my Bubbled Delight, and I sold her all I might.

Hope we fare well.

Regards,

Me.

~*M*~