Day Seventy-Nine
Dear Diary,
Sammy is a good scepter. He doesn’t really want to hurt me. Still, after using him in the gargoyle fight, I snooze on and off for two whole days. During this entire time, Sammy rattles in the corner.
So noisy.
I try hiding Sammy in the closet within a nest of pillows. Every time I shut him in, Sammy flattens himself, slips out under the door, and hangs out by my bed.
He means well, my shape-shifting scepter.
On the positive side, Dare keeps coming around… and not in his ghost form. As I fade in and out of sleep, I catch him moving about. Although I’m mostly half awake, I’ve been keeping a running list of what Dare has been up to. For historical purposes.
Cute Stuff That Dare Does
One. Feeds me mushed-up galla root.
Two. Gets me to drink healing potions
