Eliona Embersong
Undated. Written in Thalassian.
Unable to have resolved the conflict. It lingers. Unsettling.
The frog vanished. Again. Unsurprised.
Matron believes crickets will help a friend she loves. Crickets speak truths. Join hearts. Under moonlight.
Naming things.
Anindir touched the spider. Curious. He did not like that woman naming his gift.
Name things to become attached. Names to faces. Faces to names.
Items lined neatly in a row. Smooth. Perfect.
Forceful walls. An interesting spice. Such a reaction.
Bird soup. For the bees.
I shall paint the rocks to help them feel.