Today I continued destroying the desert. So far it doesn’t seem very deep, a little shallower than I would have thought, maybe as deep as my finger is long. It feels like the person that actually did this focused on making the damage only affect the surface, maybe someone that understood the kind of damage that would be caused and wanted to minimize it? Who knows, I certainly won’t unless I get to talk to the guy.

I stand by my previous estimate of a week to fully clean up the desert.

It looks like there is a rather large grove just past the desert, which should definitely help speed up my expansion once I’m done.

Other than that, I met up with Erica Hornmark today. I feel like I have to include the last name there because we share a first name. She has evolved since we last talked, not including the time I forced an evolution on everyone. So really she has had two evolutions, which is impressive. Her species is called Nothrune, not exactly something common. I think most of them are up in the far north? Anyway, she’s somehow not a variant.

She is completely covered in iridescent white scales that almost put the walls of Pearlhold to shame, only falling short in scale. Each wing, when not folded up on her back, is longer than I am tall, and she uses them with a flawless grace. Jutting from her forehead are three large horns.

She is incredibly talented at healing, more so than I am even, though I have other advantages that keep me ahead there. It is hard to beat an Origin’s complete knowledge about the art of healing. She is also a skilled combatant, receiving nothing but praise from Par’s officers in both her ability to lead others, and her ability to fight her own fights.

Bug would be proud if he could see her now, but I guess I get to be proud in her stead.

She is happy with her life, she has fulfilled her ambitions and has decided to settle down, and she isn’t even two years old yet, though dragonewts do mature much more rapidly than sprites. She already has a guy she’s interested in, and given her accomplishments she can basically have any guy she wants, or girl for that matter.

We ended up talking about her life and some of her more notable accomplishments. Like the time she fended off a thunder of drakes during a scouting mission while her subordinates escaped. She is certainly not as good of a storyteller as my dad or Tiddol, but it was fun to listen to her tales nonetheless.

When we had to part ways I offered to help her out with anything she might need, considering the fact that she will probably be having children soon I think she will end up taking me up on that offer.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.