81st Autumn 519 AV, late evening
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Ennisa couldn't settle into sleep. Her sleep over Autumn had been broken many times. She was ordinarily a light sleeper, but the season had been draining for more than one reason. Now, she tossed and turned, her mind running over and over the events of the past couple of days. By all accounts she should have drifted off to sleep straight away, but even though dark bags were gathering under her eyes, sleep evaded her.
How could she encourage Itzi to leave Clement? How could she prove his unworthiness? It was these and questions like these that were keeping her awake. At about midnight, after she had become fed up with not being able to sleep, she decided to get up fully and write. She fumbled around in the darkness of the stuffy room for her notebook and writing implements. Once she'd found these, she dragged the chair over to the window and sat down, letting the dim light of the moon flood across the page.
It was barely enough to see, but her eyes were adjusted to the dim light level, and so she didn't bother lighting a candle. She dipped the quill into the pot and began to write. Her handwriting was scruffy, but she was careful to tilt the page both so that she could see it and so that the ink wouldn't run or smudge.
Itzi believes she is in love with Clement. I know he is a bad man, I have seen him treat her poorly, so why why why does she stay with him? Why is she so deluded? What is he promising her? How can I combat his lies... And who was the ghost in the house? What did she do to me?
Her thoughts turned briefly to Madeira, the Spiritist. She would undoubtedly know. Her face briefly twisted into a grimace at the thought of that woman. She continued writing.
Investigate the house. Be careful of the ghost. How to tell if the ghost is there or not?
Ask the neighbours what they know. Have a suitable lie ready. Maybe tell them I'm a relative of someone who used to live locally to that street? I'm looking for answers about a missing relative. Lead the conversation on to who lives in the black-doored house.
Confront Clement. Make him stop, however I can.
Make peace with Itzi and bring some kind of proof. How???
She stopped writing. She tapped the quill nib against the paper a couple of times, letting the ink bleed out. That was the trickiest question of all, and the one that made her feel most uneasy. No matter how much she went around and around, the answer evaded her. Nevertheless, writing down her thoughts seemed to have helped. The moon had drifted a little across the pitch-dark sky, and suddenly her eyelids drooped. She set the book and pen down on the chair, and stumbled across over to bed once more. Sleep was coming. She crawled under the covers, and fell into a fitful sleep.
WC : 506
How could she encourage Itzi to leave Clement? How could she prove his unworthiness? It was these and questions like these that were keeping her awake. At about midnight, after she had become fed up with not being able to sleep, she decided to get up fully and write. She fumbled around in the darkness of the stuffy room for her notebook and writing implements. Once she'd found these, she dragged the chair over to the window and sat down, letting the dim light of the moon flood across the page.
It was barely enough to see, but her eyes were adjusted to the dim light level, and so she didn't bother lighting a candle. She dipped the quill into the pot and began to write. Her handwriting was scruffy, but she was careful to tilt the page both so that she could see it and so that the ink wouldn't run or smudge.
Itzi believes she is in love with Clement. I know he is a bad man, I have seen him treat her poorly, so why why why does she stay with him? Why is she so deluded? What is he promising her? How can I combat his lies... And who was the ghost in the house? What did she do to me?
Her thoughts turned briefly to Madeira, the Spiritist. She would undoubtedly know. Her face briefly twisted into a grimace at the thought of that woman. She continued writing.
Investigate the house. Be careful of the ghost. How to tell if the ghost is there or not?
Ask the neighbours what they know. Have a suitable lie ready. Maybe tell them I'm a relative of someone who used to live locally to that street? I'm looking for answers about a missing relative. Lead the conversation on to who lives in the black-doored house.
Confront Clement. Make him stop, however I can.
Make peace with Itzi and bring some kind of proof. How???
She stopped writing. She tapped the quill nib against the paper a couple of times, letting the ink bleed out. That was the trickiest question of all, and the one that made her feel most uneasy. No matter how much she went around and around, the answer evaded her. Nevertheless, writing down her thoughts seemed to have helped. The moon had drifted a little across the pitch-dark sky, and suddenly her eyelids drooped. She set the book and pen down on the chair, and stumbled across over to bed once more. Sleep was coming. She crawled under the covers, and fell into a fitful sleep.
WC : 506