First Entry.

Hm... No, that's not what one writes when writing in a diary, is it? You don't write 'Hm', however often one says it during conversation. I'm so used to it that I even write it. Fine, so be it.

Normally I share no interest in such books, such records, Diaries. But this little pile of paper laid there alone and deserted on the streets of Thais with that oh, so lovely green cover. Hasn't been written in yet so far but the scribbling of a human child. Ripped that page out, but didn't throw away. How they intrigue me, the Humans! Even the brainchild of an infant interests me. I'll keep the drawing.
It's some sort of figure, I assume it was trying to draw itself, holding hands with what appears to be an older specimen. Probably a parent. How lovely, touching perhaps. Love.

Bah, I may not, nay, must not think of that. I've spent days sitting alone in my room, refusing to talk with anyone, even that kind old Dwarf. Yes, I miss Chor! I miss the kind faces, the route to the classroom, the huts and even the lessons of that old, senile Lizard! I miss finding out the plans of recapturing Banuta, I even miss the occasional lost groups of hostile Humans.
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...Sorry, if that's what one writes to a diary, sorry for that. I was unable to write for a moment. The memory of that fine a town is still fresh in my memory, though it has been several of hundreds of years since I last been there... I guess I should make myself a nice up of tea and wait till the others awake. It's my turn to do the shopping today. Hurrah.

Greetings,
V.