Nurend 20-21, 258: Leaving, The Rain

Nurend 20, 258

You notice this page has water damage. Likely exposed to rain at some point.
It's been a week.
Rain Drops are the only voices I've heard besides the occasional grunt from...her.
I asked her for her name once. She spat on the ground, grunted and continued work on whatever she was brewing.
Anytime I ask to leave, or attempt to on my own, she insists I wait until the rain stops. I'm not sure how much more of this I can tgake...
Despite the sound of rain, and the leaking roof, and the wet windows, and the soaked hag...the sun shines through my window. What is real? Which should be believed?

Nurend 21, 258

That night, I left.
We got into an argument about Anise. I wanted to continue my quest. She said to stay indoors.
I snuck out...grabbed some of the mud-like beverage I had grown accustomed to and was out the door.
The reality is rain. Rain, like a wave in the ocean, constant. The pitter-patter, gentle rain was...a missed friend. I've found shelter to write under a leaf. I'll have to wait to write again until I have something more solid...
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A drawing and some notes are on the back!
The clouds were no longer soft and pink.
The Eyes
and flies
watching, waiting
for what?

Me?

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