Pages upon pages, upon pages of this black book are runed over. Marked in dark black of old blood, only dates remain. Words here and there, like: Hammer, Alturiak, Ches--perhaps months in a calendar from a place she was familiar with. Only Suliss'urn understood what was in these pages. What had been. Now, half of them were gone.
But in the morning, from a pack left lying near an oaken door, when the morning was silent and deep breathing of those sleeping were the only noises to keep her company, she donned a robe. Tied it absently loose about her middle and took herself to a table.
Seating herself before it, she opened the book. A strange, wrapped implement for writing in her hand.
It was a long time. A long, long time before the words came.
I am
I am
I am
I am
I am alive.
She closed the book with a quick snap of fingers. As if --frightened of what she'd done. Frightened of what happened. Closed it, and slunk, practically to her pack once more and shoved it deep within.
The moment, the actions were then put far, far out of her mind.
But in the morning, from a pack left lying near an oaken door, when the morning was silent and deep breathing of those sleeping were the only noises to keep her company, she donned a robe. Tied it absently loose about her middle and took herself to a table.
Seating herself before it, she opened the book. A strange, wrapped implement for writing in her hand.
It was a long time. A long, long time before the words came.
I am
I am
I am
I am
I am alive.
She closed the book with a quick snap of fingers. As if --frightened of what she'd done. Frightened of what happened. Closed it, and slunk, practically to her pack once more and shoved it deep within.
The moment, the actions were then put far, far out of her mind.