Jagged-edged parchment lays compressed between two pieces of shark hide, bound together by a cord of the same grey hide.
Sunday, 05 April 2015
Turn eleven and twelve.
I spent much of the turn recuperating from three turns of determined training. I feel this turn will be more of the same.
After much time of silence, I spoke to Achelle. Of course, she only mimed in return. Seems Zanaan does control her. The things accused of me, she has simply found in another.
I do not pity the blind. Their end will be fitting.