S'lem's Journal
You open the first page of the journal, confronted with a stat page. You scan it quickly and then look over the latest of S'lem's entries.
| Name: | S'lem |
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| Age: | 17 Turns | |||||||||||||
| Rank: | Weyrling | |||||||||||||
| Eyes: | Brown | |||||||||||||
| Hair: | Sand colored, thick and dry Twixt Shoulderblades |
Somebody called her a man skipper. Didn't even know her. Beat him up. Got more scars. I hope they stop. It hurts. A lot.
Today was good. No fights. People know. Some stop but not everybody. M'lor is still annoying. Said things about me but nothing about her. He knows better.
Two days in a row with out a fight. Zophie is still the best. She's so much fun. She reminds me of her. It doesn't hurt as much as I thought.
A new clutch is laid. I'm a candidate now, hopefully. They promised. I can wait though. I can wait for everything.
Gyvith. The word is like nothing I've ever heard before. It's pure sweetness. Gyvith. The word flies. Gyvith Gyvith Gyvith.
I've had enough of fighting. It's just not worth it anymore when you don't feel anything anymore. Except all the new cuts and bruises and the new aches the next morning. I've had enough of it.
Ask more about Salem's history. Pick up the nearby leather bound book or ask how Salem was Searched. Bid him clear skies and walk out to Talor Cliff Weyr or ask to explore his weyr.
