**-Friends-**

**Dear Mr. Diary**

**Isn’t it nice to have friends? I think it is. Friends are meant to help you out whenever you feel bad. They’re especially useful when in combat. And the way their eyes move around in their sockets in their last moments…it makes me happy to know I’m surrounded by so many good people.**

**Mister Jerod is really funny, and I kinda feel bad for dragging Mister Rylan into the group. But maybe it was meant to be in Naga’s Will? Naga…heh, that’s funny. That’s really funny actually. I’m giggling right now. Naga….Naga, Naga, Naga. And her Champion. You were right Mr. Diary! Naga’s Champion is just as interesting as I imagined him to be.**

**And his eyes….I’ll have to be sure to snag his ears and nose too. Still, I feel kind of bad for putting that hole in his wall. And yet he REALLY shouldn’t have asked about **_it_**. The nerve of him…I HATE him so much. But I can’t do that! That’s impolite of me to say something like that. So I don’t hate him. I can’t hate him because... **

**he’s….**

**just….
**

**so…**

**INTERESTING.**

Signing contently, Marianne placed the pen in her dress pocket along with her small diary. The ink had been conjured up by her magic, a seemingly convenient way to avoid asking for a jar of the stuff. Grinning to herself, it had only just dawned on her that she had no idea where she was within the castle.

Indeed, her mind had been elsewhere when she stormed into some random chamber, thinking that the tents were set up. But they weren’t even traveling yet. She supposed some other thoughts just needed higher priority than her point of residence at the moment.

However, the act of putting her inner thoughts on paper had served to pacify her rage, at least momentarily. Glancing over at a window in the far corner, she saw that the sun was quickly setting over the horizon and that soon, night would fall. And then they would be off for their first mission the very next day.

…well she might as well join everyone then fantasize about various things here alone. Standing up from her seat, she dusted off her dress before exiting the tiny room and wandering the halls, once more in that aimless state.