She blinked. "A diary?"
"Yes," Selene added softly. "But not one for anyone else to see. Not me. Not Riven. Not Nysalea. Not even Azhula. Only you."
Azira frowned slightly. "What do I write in it?"
"Everything," Riven answered.
"Everything you feel. Everything you hate. Everything you regret. Every time you cry. Every time you want to give up. Every time you want to scream at me, or run away, or hate this entire path I'm putting you on."
He paused.
"You write it, and trust me. Neither I nor anyone else will ever look at the diary."
Azira opened her mouth, then closed it again.
Riven's tone softened even more.
"Azira, you're about to go through things that no child your age should have to experience.
But I'm asking you to do this because I know… I know, you're capable of so much more than what the world expects from someone like you.
But if you don't write it all down, if you don't face it honestly, it will stay buried. And it will rot.
