Dear Diary,
Soon there is to be the great Rift Festival, in about a week or so's time. I'm trying to make everything all nice for the day, pruning some of the dead rose buds and weeds and the like. I wouldn't dare leave something so minor untouched for the big day. I wouldn't dare. Granny Iris told me a lot about the prior festivals. Said that they were rare and once in a life time- a breathtaking sight. I wouldn't know, this is my first. I'm excited, but very very nervous... I'm sure it will be wonderful, but I've got a bad feeling. I've always got a bad feeling though, don't I? So it's probably just me fussin. Some of these weeds are real tough to yank! Miss Mitternacht has been so happy with her King that there hasn't been rain in a long while, so all the ground is dried up. Maybe if she makes her laugh really hard we'll get a sprinkle! I'll do my best either way!
- Yours, Camellia ❀
".......Me 'n my stupid mouth.. Or my... stupid pen." Cammy muttered, sweeping up dead Camellias and scattered petals into a compost bin.













