CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“Here you are, Anna,” Arian announced as she set a binder and a charcoal pencil on the table in front of me.
It was a few days after the incident with Lady Shian and her friend and I was glad to put those memories behind me. Another warm sunny day shone outside the windows of my quaint hall and my friend stood over me with furtive eyes.
A smile spread across my lips as I opened the binder and revealed a thick stack of papers. Their sizes were slightly mismatched but I brushed a hand gently over the rough edges. “You made this yourself, didn’t you?”
I raised my eyes to my friend and found her blushing. “Y-yes. The way you described your old journal I knew nothing like this could be found in the heavens so I thought I would make it by hand.” She bit her lower lip.
