5-apr-772
My revolutionary sash turned to Wood, and the Vicomte's disapproving gaze lit it up.
It burned, and so did I, leaving only ashes behind.
Madame says, reinvent yourself.
11-apr-772
Teryn was suffering from some disease (Ira?) and I wanted to cure him.. I knew what I had to do, somehow, so I got some human blood and smeared it on his face, under his eyes, and he was cured.