Not much of anything too out of the
ordinary happened today. It was Ciara's birthday. I hunted, hunted,
and hunted some more, but I could never find my sister to wish her
happy birthday.
I was standing outside the Wayreth
entrance to say hi to anyone that might pass my way. A small group
starting forming and for some odd reason we all lined up as if
standing in ranks. Others came by and stood in rank too. Or maybe it
was a protest and they forgot to tell me what we were protesting?
Hmm. I hope I don't get in trouble for that. Years from now when Rev
is trying to run for some public office it'll come back that his
mother once stood in a protest. . . But I swear, I didn't know we
were protesting!!
Much later in the evening I was all the
way out in Menath. I go to Menath a lot. It's become my favorite
town. Skitz showed up and complained about his back. It seems that
being a dragon is pretty tough. His hide and scales had gotten dry,
so I was nice enough to put some oil on his back. He says that being
rubbed down with oil really helps a lot.
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