66 is a rite of passage

[theoniongirl]

[written] January 11

[there's no year. What purpose did years have in a place that mixed and matched them at will? But the date was important. Somehow it seemed more so, with the journals empty. Like starting over, though her old journal sat next to her on the table, a reminder.

Pencil still in hand, she switches to speaking, musing as much to herself as to the castle at large]

Sometimes it feels like everything is made up of chapters in a book. They're all connected, but each one is something...new.

I've been here two years now, today. I'm still not sure if it feels like a long time or barely a breath...and now the castle seems to want a fresh start.

[she smiles, and it's evident in her voice as she starts to doodle a little twig man in the margin...her first sketch in the new book] I wonder how this chapter will go?

[OOC: As I'm not sure when I will be unable to comment here any longer, threads have been set up here for anyone who wants to continue them]

Comments

Jilly

[ofhope]

Passed on? To who?

Joshua

[theoniongirl]

[she keeps her voice calm, doing her best to hide the worry that is there. She remembers his letters. She knows she's not talking to the boy who wrote them]

To the people you'd directed them to. One was to the castle. [and the other to Abel, but she didn't really want to make him a target, now]

Jilly

[ofhope]

...

When? He hasn't confronted me about it yet.

Joshua

[theoniongirl]

...were you wanting him to?

Jilly

[ofhope]

Of course not. Just expecting him to, with how nosy he is.

Hmph. Pointless now.