Summer Growing, Trapper’s Day 7, Year of the Lion number 427; June 16, 1738 Agathon
Despite the rough terrain as we climbed to higher and higher elevations, Lena insisted we take a smaller, less-used path. I was afraid the wagons wouldn’t make it through the narrow, twisting ledges, but they did. And the payoff was worth it.
“Of all the natural wonders of Neuith,” Lena proclaimed, “this is the most beautiful.” She almost had to shout because the rushing, falling water was so loud. From the top of the mountain, a natural spring, powered by unknown natural underground forces, emptied over the cliff. The flow spilled hundreds, maybe thousands, of feet into a lake pool, from which sprung the Lunefall River. Eventually, this water would flow into Ikastin Bay south of Czethai. What we saw here was the only part of this river that wasn’t in the Sadhaw Forest, a vast, wild, unclaimed territory.
Our vantage was from a cliff ledge where the path we followed ended. It was obvious this was used as a campsite for travelers passing through between Swardia and Juivestea. We arrived a couple hours after lunch, but Lena insisted we stay the night here. Alani and I practiced for a few hours, taking the opportunity to script and choreograph an entire performance and run through it several times. By dinner, I was exhausted, and I could tell Alani was weary as well. We ate the last of the venison for dinner. As the sun set, the two guardsmen who left earlier returned with a net full of fish and several full skins of fresh, clean water.
In my other book, I did my best to draw the waterfall, but my meager attempt failed to capture its glory and majesty. I felt Lena looking over my shoulder. “Perhaps you should stick to smaller objects. Here. Draw this.” She took off her necklace and laid it on the stone near me. “Like your dragon card, it is magical.” The gem seemed to swirl different colors. “Set your card aside for the moment and hold it. I’ll demonstrate.” I did as she instructed. “Now. My name is Lena Prengood.” As I held the charm, it felt warm. “I am sixteen years old.” Suddenly, the charm felt cold! Lena laughed, “this is a great tool when dealing with people. It doesn’t always work, and its range is only a few feet. You should record it in your book.”
“This is fascinating,” I said, as I put the necklace back on the stone. I flipped a page, sketched the artifact and made notes. Lena helped me with the symbols that make up the human language, as she insisted I use it. She also helped me to add the notes to the first book’s entry so that humans could read it as well.
Lena, however, didn’t suggest I write this journal in the human language. Perhaps someday, when I’m more comfortable and familiar with it, I’ll start using it. For now, Tabaxian will do just fine.
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