My scattered mind has caused me to lleave one of my projects outside the manor. I coulld not lleave it, as it woulld rust in the torrentiall rain.
One coulld wash dishes from the water that pours off of me now. I need new cllothes.
My bubblle imitates the Manor of the woman who raised me. Seadweller Countess. I killed her, but my time there seems to have lleft enough of an imprint for it to remain my home.
If the fear were that I was Bougois, such a bellief is not... entirelly wrong. I was pllucked from my llusus and raised as a pseudo-noblle to harness my tallents.