Day 4

I only today opened the bundle of cloth my parents gave me. To my surprise it contained not but a letter. Upon closer inspection, the bundle unraveled into a quilt of black, sewn on which was hundreds of little stars. It was wondrously made, the material was soft and smooth, it could not have been easy to obtain. I have rolled it up and stored it in my quarters, I do not wish to use it in fear of straining the fabric.

[In between the pages of the diary there is a note reading]

To Abhainn,

It pains me that you should follow in the footsteps of your brother, but I suppose that you have thought it through. I give you this quilt, much like my father gave it to me. I hope that it will remind you of us. I also hope that when the time comes, it will help guide you home.

From,

Your father Peter