Ah,--What do you know, today was my birthday. I had completely forgotten until the servents bought me up a small cake and sang. That was so kind of them since they arn't here.

I'm eighteen today.

How strange it all was.

[ Private ]

Hopefully maybe this really will work. It feels more like a journal this way, doesn't it? Written words for no one else to see. Though it is

It is welcome, though, seeing the words of others appear.

But then there are things that do not need to be shared, and I am grateful there is a way to hide these pages.

Still no word. Bright Fall has been searched up and down, but there is nothing. Morrigan and Monica have both sent letters, but nothing... Just, nothing.

My assumptions were mistaken of Jaren, as well. He continues to give me gifts, but when he speaks to me he does not expect answers.

Everything and nothing have changed at the same time.

People don't just disappear into thin air without a trace, without leaving any signs of travel or even struggle. People don't just vanish and no one in the city has seen or heard from them. People don't do

The bell for lunch.

Jaren is here again, and with Mother and Father gone ah, away, yes away they're just away he speaks to me more often. He brought me a very beautiful gift, a hairnet of silver and tiny red stones. They look like rubies.

He's such a thoughtful man. They chose

Where did they

...

It's not like I expect answers anyway