Piraen's Journal

[Piraen Saneka]

Piraen's journal is a small enough to fit in the average man's pocket, the optimal size for travelling. It is in surprisingly good condition, with only a few minor wrinkles in the cover. There are a handful of papers that are folded in half and stuck in between the pages, though Pi tries to avoid adding loose papers. Among these pages lies all of Piraen's shop plans, observations, notes and designs, as well as personal thoughts from points throughout his entire life. Due to the nature of its contents, this book is carried around by Pi at all times and rarely shared with outsiders.

[Piraen Saneka]

87 Summer, 512 I arrived in Ravok some 40 days ago and am just now settling in...this petching arm took forever to heal! It took nearly 20 days before I could easily shift back to my human form, and then took up until just recently for me to be able to move it completely again. At least now I can walk the footpaths of Ravok without too much worry of being trapped...I should steer clear of those docks though. I see all these noncitizens getting picked up there and sold to the highest bidder, ugh what a life! Anyway, I think it'd be best if I found a place and set up shop here for a while. This is the best "home" I've been across so far, and I'm not exactly looking forward to travelling again. Funny...getting shot down by a hawk does this to a man's perspective, I guess. Well, I'm off. Ta~ta.

[Piraen Saneka]

[Piraen Saneka]

Sp RIng 510 I He A r D mOm m A singing wile she werked wOr ke D On FoOd and I like D It alO t. ShE t OlD mE to right wRiTe it heRe. DawN b ReAks likE the a buLL Th Ru t He h AL l, I nEVeR ShoULd hAve caLLeD buT mY heD is TO tHe wall AND I'm loneLY. And iF yoU'd a'tOOk to Me liKE a bIRD tAKes tO the wINd, weLL,

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I heard Momma singing wile she werked worked on food and I liked it alot. She told me to right write it here.

Dawn breaks like the a bull thru the hall, I never should have called but my hed is to the wall and I'm lonely. And if you'd a'took to me like a bird takes to the wind, well,

[Piraen Saneka]

Spring 510 My hand huRt sO I sToPpeD buT mOmmA maDe mE cOMe bAcK for PraCticE. I dONt lIkE thIS. The REsT oF tHe SonG... I'D a'jUMped frOm my trEE and I'd a'daNcED liKE the kINg of Te eyEsoARs aND the rest OF oUR liveS woOD a'FAreD wELl. ALl the baKeRs at dAWn, mAY tHEy aLl cut theRE thUMbS, and bLEed iNTo thErE buns 'til they melt awAy. ThErE lOOking iN the GOOd LiFe I migHt be dOOMed neVer to fInD.

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My hand hurt so I stopped but Momma made me come back for practice. I dont like this. The rest of the song...

I'd a'jumped from my tree and I'd a'danced like the king of te eyesoars and the rest of our lives wood a'fared well. All the bakers at dawn, may they all cut there thumbs, and bleed into there buns 'til they melt away. There looking in the good life I might be doomer never to find.