Recollections of a Light

Verrin asked me why I haven’t been talking to Mazikeen… I’m sure he knows why, but I’m not so sure of it myself. Maybe I was wrong. She wouldn’t do that, right?

Perhaps I’m just lying to myself… I hope that’s not it.

My eye’s healing rather nicely. There are still small bits of tissue that have yet to heal, but I don’t think I’ll need to keep the bandages on for too much longer. Granted, I don’t think it’ll be just as ‘pretty’ as it was before, but it’s better than having a giant patch of fel-corrupted flesh on half of my face.

The color has spread to my eye, though… A good amount of black covers the green and white of my eyeball. I look demonic. I can’t see as clearly, but at least I can still see. And that’s good enough for now, I suppose.

My thistle plant sprouted another bud.