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, 12 November 2020
To be a part of a guild, to know I have kin, and a place to officially call home again, to actually feel wanted feels amazing! I joined the Clan of the Shrouded Bunnies today. But I do not have my bunny ears or fuzzy tail yet like the rest, because apparently there is a ceremony they do for that. So I shall be patient and wait. But at least I am home.
