Post by tovaana on Sept 8, 2018 12:56:39 GMT -5
[location: Mavros, back in time as a candidate for the two queen's clutches]
Vavi is teaching me how to read and write. He said that people usually start these addressing the journal, but I think it’s silly to address a book… but I’m not keen on anyone else reading this… so I just won’t address anyone.
I have to keep asking Vavi how to spell words. This entry is taking twice as long as it probably should, but he says it’s good practice. He started with using words that I recognized - fish names mostly. If it didn’t have to do with fish, father thought it unnecessary. Mother probably didn’t teach me much more probably in fear that father would find out. When I asked Vavi how he knew how to write he told me he learned when he was a fosterling. He had this small smile on his face when he told me, but he wouldn’t tell me anything else about it.
Anyways, as strong as my hands are from gutting and chopping fish, my hands are not used to this writing thing… I will take a break and come back to this…------------
Alright, so I’m at Mavros…but before Mavros became to be. I’m back in /time/. When we get back, I’ll be one to two turns older! I wish Vavi had stayed back, that way I could have caught up to him in age. Oh well.
I’m not sure what I should write about… Well, if this is to record history… I was searched by a woman rider on a blue dragon. I was searched. Me. There I was sitting on the beach wishing like I usually did that by some miracle I could leave, when the blue dragon appeared in the sky. The fact that I don’t have to go back is an overwhelming thought and I can be a girl and it doesn’t matter. No one wishes that I were a boy to do boy duties.
I rode a gold dragon. I guess that’s noteworthy. I wish I had enjoyed it more at the time, seeing as I’ll probably never ride a gold ever again, but… well… I don’t know, it seemed to sudden to be thrown on such an important dragon. These feelings… insignificance? I thought I had squashed them long ago as a child, quietly rebelling my father’s disappointments in me. I guess I could get assigned to the gold again when we go back – oh wait, no… I’ll be going back with my own dragon. Unless I don’t impress, but I don’t have to worry about that right now…
Wow. Me, a dragon rider?! Even the possibility of it approaching is overwhelming and it’s… like a dream. I think that’s a good place to leave this entry. Besides, my hands are all cramped again.
