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Date Posted: 15:45:39 03/04/02 Mon
Author: Lytara
Subject: --Dear Diary...--
In reply to: Lytara 's message, "--Settling In--" on 19:14:58 03/02/02 Sat

Dear Diary,

Oh Diary! I'm so lonely here! I've tried talking to a few people, truly, but they never seem to talk long. Maybe I'll just have to wait, but I don't want to wait! Oh, I do sound like a child- not getting my way- but it's true, Diary. I miss Lytia, Ralyon, Velyrn, Lydia, Lyvera, and baby Tlyer. They might have just been my brothers and sisters, but they were my best friends, my only friends. Oh, but it's been so long since I've seen any of them or father. And has it already been four years since mother died? Two and a half years since I left? Time has flown swiftly, I must admit.
My 16 birthday isn't too far off. I'm nearly full grown. What would everyone say if they could see me now? They'd be surprised, surely. When I left I was just a too skin, white haired mouse. I doubt I look too much better now, but who cares?

Oh, and Diary, the things I've seen since I arrived! I've seen Bondings, I really have! Oh, mother would love it, maybe as much as I do. The dargonet hatches from it's shell, and it's always adorable. I dpon't know what happens, but in a few moments a person will run to it- some of them crying, others not- and fall to their knees in front of it, hugging it. It's beautfiul. And it makes me even more lonely. Perhaps I'll never Bond. Maybe I'm just not made to become a Dragon knight. But Diary, I want to be one, I do! I don't care if the dragonet is a green, purple, gray, or white, as long as it will love me! I-

--Suddenly she hears a noise and slams the diary closed, sliding it between the bed-slat and straw matress in a split second. She sits alert for someone for a moment, then relaxes. Oh well, it had been about time to stop writing anyways. She sighs and then falls back on the bed arms spread. She just lays there, thinking...--

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--Exit-- -- Lytara (Can you tell I'm bored?), 16:12:54 03/04/02 Mon