Samra Chance Half faerie inventor Mom Beloved wife Best friend

Her journal was made of pressed paper, bound with pieces of bark cut in a roughly rectangular shape. The pages were filled with swirling lines and cryptic poetry, but not much else. Recently another journal had been purchased for her by Hamlin. It's softer, pink and black designs in fabric binding together clean, white paper. It smells vaguely of flowers when she opens it (he spellbound it to do so).

( You know I only make it rain because that's your favorite weather. )