An ornate and gold-edged book, of which inside are secrets even she doesn't know or understand. But tucked all through it are leaflets of paper, as if she'd rather not write in the book its self. Except on the first empty page of the book is written in exquisite, flowing penmanship her full name. ~ Lavender Cecelia Morgan.
Thursday, 07 December 2017
I now understand why I returned to hunting like I did in times I should have been learning to stay still, for what is a once shy girl suppose to return to when her mind wanders. I did not truly make friends until I was around my 52nd level of training... before that ALL I DID was hunt. Something that long standing, that ingrained in ones habits takes... forever to change. Perhaps now that I have learned to do so my life can truly begin, yet at times I feel so alone, like I've pushed away so many that there is no possibility to end the loneliness. Or perhaps my mind wanders down dark paths too much.
