hob an lam stuff:
words for the day: 3893 words (hopefully that makes up a bit for the patheticness of yesterday)
total count: 35 600
bit I liked: IsidroWray comes to me, kneels down and makes me look at him. ~Are you telling the truth, little wray?~
No answer, because they do not want to listen. I saw mama’s face crumble, I saw her drying up like a twist of burnt paper, taking my death deep into her. They do not want to hear this.