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SEND ✍ AND I’LL WRITE A VERY BADLY-WRITTEN DIARY ENTRY FROM MY MUSE. || ( NOT ACCEPTING. )
( the entry below is written in qunlat. )
i met a woman today who used to be a saarebas. she came to haven. i’ve met a few before, like ash, but it never stops hurting when i do. i feel so guilty i can’t breathe. why should i have escaped that when they didn’t? that’s not fair. tama shouldn’t have taken me. i was there under the qun when i got my magic and i should have been chained up like the rest of them, like ash and like her.
she calls herself maraas. i feel sad whenever i say it. it’s a mean name and i feel mean using it. she’s not nothing. i don’t want to call her nothing. but that’s what she says to call her so that’s what i call her.
i wonder if she doesn’t like me. i want to ask her, but i’m scared she’ll say yes. i think if i was in her position i would be angry at someone like me who got out before being chained up. i’d think it wasn’t fair. so i think she must not like me because it just makes sense. but even if she doesn’t like me or if she’s mad because i was lucky, i want to help her. she should not feel like nothing. i will make sure she’s happy here. i’ll show her the flowers in the mountains tomorrow.
