There is an old bound journal that shows its age and it's well use, usually tucked away though often kept within her things as she travels. Where it begins with private thoughts, feelings and notable or special events throughout the years, there is a vast break between one entry and the next about three-quarters of the way through. There is no discernible date when the author began making use of the book once more, only that it devolved into short notes, lists or random scribbling of things she needed to remember.
Adeim: Did somebody say ADVENTURE?!?
Niklos: Spin spin spin spin spin...
Marisol: Adventure is out there!
Niklos: clearly you have never read The Flash series D:
Highbinder: "You can't run from death! Especially when he's got a gun!"
Adeim: I smell...ADVENTURE!
Annerais: *tosses pokeballs at NIk*
Clement Abbor: ......you can't run from me......
Niklos: ....<backs away slowly>
Eirianwen: Reminder for our new folks - please fill out character sheets!
Adeim: Look at all that spam
Raheemnassar: Don't hurt yourself!
Hillsbradian: I like big butts and I cannot lie
Eirianwen: So quiet.
Anastaysha : Working on It!
Adeim: Repopulate! For Lordaeron!