It is midnight and I should be deep in slumber within my bed rather than laying here on my stomach, etching these words with quill and ink. I always find myself filled with worry for those I hold dear to me. Those I consider friend. After the loss of so many I never know who is next: Adgen in the Ahalin has not helped to calm my emotions.
Some nights I find myself drunk into a stupor within my bed, behind the closed door and tucked away so no one can see me.. especially Darley. She is a such a dear girl, I must remember her this Yule. I am terrible at purchasing gifts for others during the holidays..
(a few drops of ink and a smear indicate the writer has likely fallen asleep.)