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Day 19 of Spring, Noon.
Hello, diary! I am Sky, a mountain dragon, or a Skywing! I like snails, and flowers. Also, I can't breathe fire, sadly.
Right now I'm near Possibility, looking at snails. They're so cute! But anyway, today has been a weird day. Wren had to go to the Invincible city, to trade for some clothes and books. I was silently watching from a cliff nearby, when BOOM! Another dragon, an seemingly-annoyed Icewing, popped up and started to, what looked like, attack the walls of the city. But then again, I remember it growling, "How many more times will this happen? All I'm trying to do is fly over the Scavengers' den so that I can get to the stupid skywing castle!". Wren came up to me at that moment, so I don't remember the rest of what the Icewing said.
A bit later, Evening.
Wren is mad at me. Why? Because I keep getting distracted by snails. I can't help it! Their shells look so pretty and enchanting. One snail came up to me and slid onto my back, creating shimmering spiral patterns up my front paw. I named him Spiral, and the reason for it is quite self explanatory. He is on my head now. I love him. Even Wren, with her stormy attitude like him.
Day 20 of Spring, Morning.
I woke up early today, before sunrise because Wren spotted the same Icewing that was attacking the Invincible city following us. I think he stopped following us now. We've unpacked to take a rest, plus my bag is broken. That might become a problem later. Oh well, that is a problem for future Sky, and future Sky probably hates me. Anyway, Wren found some books out here in the woods, for some mystical reason. There was a scent of Nightwing on the books, but they were really small, so it couldn't really have been a Nightwing that wrote them, although they were written in dragon, very poorly.
A whole lot later, Sundown.
We packed, realised that the bag was too packed and about to pop, unpacked, took out some 'unneeded' things (which included Spiral's bed made by me, which was very needed, unlike what Wren said), and still the bag was bloated. So we took it upon ourselves to make more bags, one for Wren, two more for me. With our two brain cells put together, we managed to make the bags out of large leaves sewn together with vines and a stick carved out to be a button.
In Wren's bag, we put her books, and in one of my bags we put the food and a cloth filled with herbs and medicines. In my other bag we put the things that were 'unneeded'. It was a lot better to carry it all. You, diary, go into the bag with the herbs, as you are very special to me.
Day 21 of Spring, Evening.
We met up with Undauntable today, and for the first time he saw me. He was terrified of me at first, 'protecting' Wren from me. It was pretty obvious that he had a big fat crush on Wren. And she was oblivious to the fact that he likes her. I hope one day, when we are older and Undauntable and Wren are together they read this and see what they were like.
Once Undauntable calmed down, we talked a bit, got to know each other. I discovered that his mother is dead, and his father is very strict but strong. Poor him. I told him about how I don't even know who my parents are, and how I nearly drowned in a river if not for Wren, who at that moment was being sacrificed by her own family. We had a lot more in common than I thought, though our personalities were completely different.
Midnight.
I accidentally fell asleep while Wren was telling a story, and by now, Undauntable was gone. Wren told me that he had to go if he didn't want to get in trouble with his father. Hopefully we'll meet up again and talk about more stuff together. Goodnight, diary, see you tomorrow!