THE MAGPIE
"COMMON" | "NARI"
Obviously I am unable to write, and it is why father has begun transcribing my words into this piece of... whatever it is, really. Even now, as I dictate these words, he is staring at me in disapproval (what?) and shaking his head as he tuts. He thinks I cannot hear them. He also laughs as I read this out somewhat angrily. Why should he get all the amusement? One day I will learn to write and read and then he will be banished from this journal. Note to self, learn how to read actual words. Practice Common. Do not insult the Wind Eagles in Nari.
Father's note: It does not bode well to insult one's parents, Magpie. You'll see this when you learn to read.
Father has made me write yet another entry; opposed as I am to letting him hear my private thoughts, I know this is his perverse idea of "father-daughter bonding" and I must do my best to support it if I have any hope of gaining my inheritance. Father is chuckling now.
I got the genes from him. It's all his fault.
Daddy Dearest: I should have named you loukkaavia instead, darling.
I believe I am able to 'read' now, but I am still unable to 'write'. With reading should come writing. Sadly, my hands are unable to maneuver the pen well enough and I cannot and will not do anything of the sort! At least I shall be able to do so soon.
Arrived in Lhavit today. Very painful after riding horseback for days and days and days and days. I wish I could fly, but noooo, I have to take along camping equipment and a damnable horse!
"COMMON" | "NARI"