A large book, wrapped in a heavy steel chain

[Perenelle]

Where did you get this book, I may ask you? No one knows really where Perenelle sleeps each night, because it's rarely ever the same place twice. Regardless... obviously you have stumbled upon this strange treasure.

Take a moment, steady yourself. The book is wrapped in heavy chains and locked tight with an unnecessarily (or so you think) large padlock. How to breach this unusual security? Or, a better question still, how to breach it without making yourself succeptible to the wrath of this unique woman? Mm... best not to try. Scurry along then. Curiosity has caused the death of far larger beasts than cats, and you know she will not hesitate to bring about yours.

[Perenelle]

It is night.

It's been months since I stumbled away from the wreckage that was once my home... and found myself in the beatuifully rebuilt city of Silvermoon.

The strange stupidity that has lain over me like a soft blanket has finally lifted. I haven't made this known to many, but... there it is and now I've committed it to writing so that if ever it returns, I may know that there is something far more interesting beneath my glowing green eyes.

For all I know, my family is utterly lost. I cannot bring myself to speak of, even in these private pages, the loss of my parents to my rage. It's unbearable to think of such blood on my hands. What else is there, though? The baby brother... drowned because of carelessness? Or Caleois, perhaps rotting somewhere now as we speak?

No, I need not let my mind wander to such attrocities. There is a simple happiness in stupidity, and I don't think I intend to let it all slip away.

Instead, I make a new family. Labrae, dear to me in more ways than she should be, has finally given birth. Day after day I find in my charge this tiny life, and I ache to create one of my own. So, I proposed to Ferules.

What can I say of him, but that in spite of his utter stupidity and simpleness, I love him. I won't lie, that the sheer devotion he carries for me fuels my desire, but my love is not a greedy love. I wish to give to him the happiness he has given me. I want him, body and soul. He stupidity does not carry into the bedroom, though I needn't really confess this to myself. He obeys blindly, which helps, but there is instinct there... and even when left alone... well, again, I needn't commit those memories to paper.

So I begin a new way of life. A healer who has finally healed herself...