"I'll take it for ten coins at most!--"
"Make it fifteen."
".. Alright, fine."
She dug through her coin purse, and shoveled out a handful of coins, dumping them on the counter. As the shopkeeper nodded approvingly to the payment, Aaurasalia made her way outside to be greeted by a fresh, but unwanted snowfall in Nashkel. After some time, she had found herself writing with a obsessively clean quill onto the white parchment.
It occured to me, that life is short, and i've been dealing with several threats at the moment. .. I guess I don't really fear for my life, but if anything -DOES- happen to me, it's all in a book for a lucky-- or unlucky reader to find. Besides. I always wanted to write in a journal, even if it is about complete gibberish, or non-sense. It's a sort of thing since I was a kid that I always wanted to do, but I guess it's because I compared it to something stupid, like princessess, or priestesses. Now that i'm traveling, and actually have something interesting to write about, we'll see how this goes. If I don't burn you in a