Xanderian sat beside the great bronze and crystal mirror, turned to face the full moon from the highest point on Tol Lochul.  She watched the stars silently, occasionally moving her hand through the bright beam of moonlight that the mirror reflected into the sky, like a child playing in a tide pool.

[The writing is in Aduniac, separate sections of the journal entry displaying completely different writing styles, as if written out in different times despite being the same entry.

The first section is informal and sloppy, with many errors in writing and grammar, as if written half asleep.

((The words are not straight, as if while writing this Syllea was shaking. At the bottom of the page are two small water drops, one could assume they are the child's tears.))

Dear Mother and Fath

Dear Me,

Ivan is going with me. I'm glad. I'm also annoyed. Annoyed that I feel so weak and quailing, so much that I feel the need to have him with me. 

But then...if a woman can't feel a little weak over the murder of her own folks, what can she feel weak over? 

The worst days of my life, how can I go on with this job? It is making me hurt the one man I love more than life. Egfor. Lover. My Prince. My Husband. My Lifemate. Those two women are so…childlike in their innocent beliefs. I say ignorant, and they will disagree with me. They disagree with everything I say, but harmless as a newborn babe they are. They believe as they have been brainwashed to believe. But now…it is hurting my Prince.

((neatly penned in Lumi-kieli))