13th June, 1927
Dear Carlisle,
I've decided to dedicate this diary to you in case of the worst possible outcome. In case of death, your address is printed inside the cover of this book in hopes someone will present it to you. This will contain everything that hasn't been said in the letters to you and will give more details of the adventures that await me, both good and bad. I suppose you can consider these the letters I never sent.
For my first adventure, I decided to go home, to England where we both originated. This country has much changed since the both of us were last here. I've made it to Portsmouth and decided to explore this town. It is a delightful seaside town, though I realised I should have thought through my plans of freedom as the skies are a simply gorgeous blue colour, with little to no clouds in sight. For now, I have bought myself a long coat that will definitely keep my skin covered so I cause no ruckus on these peaceful streets. How I long to step on those pebbled beaches but alas I know I shant or else I will have to make a humiliating retreat before I have even seen the world.
So far, the humans have barely taken notice of me, and I hardly feel out of place. I supposed I look similar to those paper boys with my coat and bag. All I have in my possession is this very book, a pen, a small sum of money and the clothes on my back. As time goes on I'm sure my belongings will increase, but I am happy with what I have for now.
I am not sure what I will do here, but I am having a joyous time exploring these streets with all their smells, sights and sounds. The voices here differ from what I remember of my time, though I suppose that was bound to happen, it has been four hundred years since I have stood on these lands. I cannot wait for the discoveries I will make about this country.
I'm hoping to find shelter for tonight soon, as it is quickly becoming evening, and I shall appear much more suspicious being about in the dark. As much as I know I would fare okay, the humans here cannot know my true species, as you know. Though I could take that opportunity to visit the shoreline and dip my toes in the water, I will have to see how lively these streets become in the dark. I imagine there will be a few drunkards about, though I have no concern about them.
Hopefully, tomorrow will bring more excitement.
Always your Edith
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Dear Carlisle
FanficAfter being together for two-hundred years, the first child of Carlisle decides to go on her own adventures. But not without keeping Carlisle in the loop about them with letters and a diary.
