G'riz's Journal

G'riz's journal is so unlike his weyr; it is chaos. Small drawings interrupt the writing. The handwriting is rushed and small. It is hard to read, but you somehow manage.

Name:

G'riz

Dragon's Name:	Mizith
Color:	Brown
Hatched At:	Gallimim Weyr
Rank:	Fighter
Mate:	No
Sire:	Brown Brosenth
Dam:	Green Halanth

Age:

17 Turns

Rank:

Brownrider

Eyes:

Green With Amber Flecks

Hair:

Brown, Sleekish, Chin Length

Pets:

Patrick's Gather Flit Lucky Gold
Special Clutch 7 Brown Stardom

Spouse:

Children:

I dislike school. I dislike a lot of things, but I mostly dislike my classes. Again, I have been tormented by the others. Night and day, it is all I hear. I cannot go out without being called something other than my name. I find my comfort in wishing and writing and painting. Mother says painting is a good way to wash away anger. She says your paintings start out abstract and bad, but the painting calms you down. In the end the paintings are masterpieces. Mother is right. Mother is always right. I find my comfort in her.

Things were much different today. Some people from Gallimim Weyr came. They were Searching. And I got Searched! I was just painting outside and one of them talked to me. Then she told the others and I got Searched! I am so excited. It's best thing that ever happened to me. I hope I Impress. Dad is so proud of me. He's going around saying 'That's my boy' and 'My boy's gonna be in the wing, just like his old man'. He's been saying that so much it's embarassing!

Mizith is grown now. He's so handsome. And such a large brown too! I wonder if there are going to be any greens in heat soon. Mizith loves to fly so much I'm sure he'd catch her quickly. I don't know about myself, though. I think I'll wait a few Turns.