A young woman sits at a desk, a small leather bound book lay open in front of her. A few candles sit on the side of the desk, giving her enough light to see while also casting the shadow of her figure on the wall beside her. Her platinum blonde hair cascades down her back, and she appears to be dressed in a nightgown. She grabs the quill that lies next to the book, and begins to write.
It is my first night here in Sundren, and my first real night away from home. Sebastian is already in the other room asleep, but I find myself still awake. I am excited to begin my work here, and to help out my family. I have never actually met my cousins, but from what I hear of them they have done amazing work in this land.
She takes a small break in her writing, brushing back a few strands of blonde hair. Then she continues.
I have not seen much of the land just yet, but I am sure I will have plenty of time to do so. The room I am currently in...
As she writes the latest line, she looks up from her writing to take a look at the room she is sitting in. The room is nice enough, a few pictures hanging here and there. But the room is definitely not extremely fancy, which causes the young woman to wrinkle her nose when she goes back to writing in the journal.
...could be better, but I have to live how I must. I have good hopes for this land, and tomorrow I shall set out and start making myself known.
-Olivia Blackwell
It is my first night here in Sundren, and my first real night away from home. Sebastian is already in the other room asleep, but I find myself still awake. I am excited to begin my work here, and to help out my family. I have never actually met my cousins, but from what I hear of them they have done amazing work in this land.
She takes a small break in her writing, brushing back a few strands of blonde hair. Then she continues.
I have not seen much of the land just yet, but I am sure I will have plenty of time to do so. The room I am currently in...
As she writes the latest line, she looks up from her writing to take a look at the room she is sitting in. The room is nice enough, a few pictures hanging here and there. But the room is definitely not extremely fancy, which causes the young woman to wrinkle her nose when she goes back to writing in the journal.
...could be better, but I have to live how I must. I have good hopes for this land, and tomorrow I shall set out and start making myself known.
-Olivia Blackwell
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