Jagged-edged parchment lays compressed between two pieces of shark hide, bound together by a cord of the same grey hide.
Friday, 23 January 2015
"Nothing specific, just often here your name mentioned with fondness. Is there something I should be concerned about?"
If she only knew. I find it unlikely there are any that mention my name with a sense of fondness. I have the limited few I call friend, the many I call nothing, and the remainder that are not worth mentioning.
Valya Oxblood. I have seen her once or twice before, but we've never spoken. She took it upon herself to meet me.
"So nice to meet you, finally. I've heard quite a bit about you. You're rather famous, you know?"
Certainly someone has put her up to this as a joke. Perhaps a test?
She is kind enough, but how will it go when she is tested and tried as the others were?
The Shadows know.