February – The last letter of the word swirling and pulling the ink to the edge of the paper as she wrote. There had always been something funny about the word, but as she looked at it now- it seemed nearly foreign. The quill was gently set to the inkwell on the left side of the desk. Had it really been that long?
She hadn't found much time to sit in the office lately, and with the man upstairs sleeping after a night of her fitful sleep – she'd taken the opportunity to pull her journal out and update it in the early morning hours. The last entry had been a few months back, after the first night she'd spent in her new home in Pandaria.
...I know it's unconventional, but what if unconventional...