Day 49

The crack in the tree with the young sprite has stopped growing, and now something is happening inside, but i can’t figure out what. I can tell that it is happening pretty fast, as far at these things have been happening, so it should move on to the next step in a day or so, whatever that next step is.

The eggs hatched today. I first noticed from the chirping, and then i went and checked the nests out. The song birds’ eggs have hatched, and now they have twelve chicks. Their voices were no where near as pretty as their parents, kind of annoying actually. After observing for a moment i realized that they quieted down a little when their parents fed them, so i decided to help the new parents out.

They seemed to favor grains, but their aren’t a lot of them in my glade. I ended up asking Par if he has seen any outside my glade, Luckily he had, it’s what he makes bread out of after all. Par then sent out a couple goblins to gather a basketful of grains.

While they were out i got a good look at the tribe Par has built. There is a small wall surrounding most of it, with the part that isn’t covered facing the glade. Within those walls were dozens of shacks, and even a couple more well made building. I didn’t see any other hobgoblins, but i saw several greater goblins, like the old chief.

The song birds were grateful to have more than enough readily available food to feed their chicks. And i was grateful that they weren't making that annoying chirping sound, it isn’t too bad once you get used to it but still.

I am going to go to bed early tonight, I stayed up too late reading. I’ll probably read some more tomorrow but for now i will sleep.

Day 50

I read a bit in the morning, though I didn’t learn anything particularly noteworthy. Most of it was about exotic plants, and while interesting, didn’t seem very important at the moment.

Around lunch, I was reading through some of my earlier entries. I used some rather formal language there for a while, I guess I was nervous about the whole diary thing. I’ve relaxed quite a bit in that regard, I feel more comfortable about writing. I realize that a diary is supposed to be about the emotions of its writer, and I can definitely improve there. It’s practically emotionless writing, almost like it was written by a, I don’t know, something that doesn’t feel emotion. I’ll try to be better about that, though no promises.

So, how I'm feeling about my life at the moment. When I stop to think about it, pretty overwhelmed. I’m still just a child, I realize this now more than ever. Everything I had known was ripped out from under me, my family is, my family died while I ran away. Desperation fueled me as I ran, eventually desperation gave out to hunger, so I feed the nearest sapling until it started to feed me. And since then I’ve been avoiding dealing with everything anyway I could. Even starting this diary was a way to take my mind off things.

And honestly, I’m angry at my parents. How dare they go off and die, how dare they leave me alone, how dare they do this to me. Why couldn’t they keep our home from burning to the ground, it was all we had, and now I just want to see them again.

I still don’t know how to end these things, so good night.