It has been a quite few suns since my last writing, and thankfully I have not had to deal with the lording whelps again. Seems the beasts of the western highlands have become a far less blood thirsty, leading to less conflicts out in the snows. While the paths can still be dangerous, a small group of trainees should be able to hold their own.
My main problem as of late however, has been this little unicorn. Somehow she always get free of her pen. I swear there should be no way for her to escape, but somehow... she just finds a way. I have already needed to replace a bottle of ink after the last log... and now I see keeping more then a sun worth of fruit is a poor idea. How can such a tiny thing eat five mirror apples, three pineapples and a pair of sun lemons?
No matter, I just have to hang the bag holding on to spare food from the ceiling, Seeing as this one has taken to enjoying to escaping her pen as she dose would make this the simplest solution. Looking at her now... it seem we are much alike. She seems to enjoy looking about the room, looking for something she hasn't see already. A small tiny wander found by a much larger one... seem Afline was right. Maybe it was really meant to be.
I guess I should come up with a name for her... Another time perhaps. It is quite late now and I have been asked to head out earlier then I have normal asked. Seems something is going on that the High Lords aren't willing to share with outsiders like myself.
My main problem as of late however, has been this little unicorn. Somehow she always get free of her pen. I swear there should be no way for her to escape, but somehow... she just finds a way. I have already needed to replace a bottle of ink after the last log... and now I see keeping more then a sun worth of fruit is a poor idea. How can such a tiny thing eat five mirror apples, three pineapples and a pair of sun lemons?
No matter, I just have to hang the bag holding on to spare food from the ceiling, Seeing as this one has taken to enjoying to escaping her pen as she dose would make this the simplest solution. Looking at her now... it seem we are much alike. She seems to enjoy looking about the room, looking for something she hasn't see already. A small tiny wander found by a much larger one... seem Afline was right. Maybe it was really meant to be.
I guess I should come up with a name for her... Another time perhaps. It is quite late now and I have been asked to head out earlier then I have normal asked. Seems something is going on that the High Lords aren't willing to share with outsiders like myself.
