Dear Diary, tis t' 5th day of october
tis been a interesting few days, spi tis sorry she nae been writing, tae much on her wee mind she supposes, sighs an takes a sip of wine, t' winter chill tis floating in t' air, spi thinks she needs tae venture tae t' forest tae check on t' wolves an her hidden cave..everyone tis gearing frae all hallows eve, spi expects tae hall wilt be quiet as it hae been...but she will haunt its walls..she hae become leery of t' strangers lurking in t' shadows nae showing their faces, an unease hae filled a girl of late as she thinks tomorrow she wilt speak tae aine of t' guards an hae them make a presence now an then wit in t' hall...maybe tis jes spi spending way tae much time alone an her thoughts running rampet, but best safe then sorry..till tommorw dearest diary, thank ye frae always being there frae her, a silent voice that dunna make light of her fears