Recent content by Zinnia

Entry 10: Shopping in the Shade Hello again, Journal. Just like I wrote about last time, my want for seeing Seri overwrote duty a bit. I went home under the reason of "needing to restock critical supplies." I didn't bother saying that the critical supply in question was my pet haterpillar, but...

Entry 10: Glitter Wings A nice change of pace today. Again, I really don't like the Falwood...but even I can admit that it can be really beautiful at times. I decided to venture into the tree line again, despite the time/memory loss I experienced the other day. I have to do it on occasion...

Entry 9: Stacks on Stacks Alright, been a while since I last made an entry, but there hasn't been anything interesting going on lately. Today I happened to wander through an area that I hadn't patrolled through before, and what I saw was enough to prompt a journal entry, I guess. This is mostly...

Entry 8: Trippy Alright so I think I've found another reason to dislike the Falwood, and for once it doesn't have to do with fae or elves. The forest itself seems like it's...I don't know, alive, I guess? And it really, really doesn't like trespassers. Or maybe anyone, I don't know. Maybe the...

Entry 7: It Still Hurts Time is cruel. I stumbled into a cemetery earlier today. I spaced out while patrolling and didn't realize where I was until my horse trotted by one of those stone monument things. I don't know what they're called, but I think you put a body inside of one. Then I...

Entry 6: Are They All Like This? I really cannot overstate my dislike of fae. I'm back to patrolling near the tree lines and I hate it, I HATE it. I can't get ONE NIGHT without something WEIRD happening. I thought that maybe the Visitor was unique in being the more chatty type, but no. No, I...

Entry 5: What am I Doing? This one's gonna be hard to talk about. Write about. Whatever. But Kristen's some number of thousands of miles away, and I don't know if I'd even want to talk about it with Kilien, or anybody else. I just feel ill. I came upon the remains of a fight today. I figured...

Entry 4: Ghosts n' Stuff Hello again. I've been back out on the road for a couple of days now and I thought I'd do another of these because today was...weird. Weirder than usual. While I was traveling up a trail through some pretty long-forgotten fields I spotted an old, run down house in the...

Entry 3: Breakfast in Bed Well...it certainly has been an eventful morning. I've been staying at a local inn during my down time and it's been alright for the most part. Not the nicest place, but Dreadlord pay means I've got a room and I'm not sleeping in the commons. Funny thing, that. I...

Entry 2: I Hate Big Words Hi again, I guess? I made it back to town, and was immediately reminded of how I cannot seem to fit in much of anywhere. I'm not giving up, obviously, but just...ugh. Why am I like this? Sorry, sorry, moping again. This is for VENTING, not moping, right..? I'm not...

Zinnia's Journal, Entry 1: Bristly Beginnings Okay so this is gonna be weird and new for me, but uh...I don't know. I never thought Dreadlord work could be so lonely, and Kristen thought it might help if I started keeping a diary to store my thoughts in. I don't really know how effective this...

Zinnia exhaled her relief, finally given some reprieve from the unwanted reunion. She doubted this was ever a place she would have willingly returned to, and she silently thanked Kress that Kristen's business drew Mother Millicent's attention away. She bristled slightly when Kristen asked more...

The gold-eyed girl didn't know much how to respond. Mother Millicent was kind, of course, but Zinnia was not quite so comfortable as to want to remain in this hug for much longer. Thankfully, the matron patted her on the arms and released her after only a few more moments. "The Academy has...

Zinnia followed suit, trailing after Kristen. Within the foyer of the old orphanage a flood of memories, though hazy, surged into the girl's mind. Laughter and tears and shouting, all indistinct, played like an echoing symphony across the inner walls of her skull. It was simultaneously...

To: "Howl" I wouldn't change a thing about you, and I am so happy to have met you as you are. You, more than anyone, have my heart and my trust, whatever shape things may take. I think about that night often. You made me feel like no one else ever has. I'll never forget that, nor regret it. I...