Day 60

Today marks two months of writing in this diary. I’m proud of myself for making it this far.

Today I spent most of the day working on the puzzle cube or practicing manipulating plants.

Tiddol and her party decided they were going back to the city tomorrow so they spent most the day packing up. Par decided to try a new training program for his tribe, so they were all wrapped up with that. And Willow spent her time practicing with miniature storms. This left me to my own devices all day.

I made some good progress on the puzzle cube, two more days of solid concentration on it and i should have it completed. As for practicing manipulating plants, i made some good progress there as well, though not as much as i would have thought. I feel like I'm close to hitting a wall there.

Overall it was a pretty relaxed day, physically at least, mentally I'm exhausted from concentration. So this is all I'm going to write. Good night diary.

Day 61

Today Tiddol’s party left for the city again. And Par was still busy training his tribe. Willow wanted to play with me for a bit today though.

We ran around and played games for most of the morning. We stopped for a bit to watch the baby birds struggle to fly, one of them actually managed to get off the branch for a moment.

After a while she decided to take a midday nap, leaving me to my own devices.

I got thinking about my father, and for the first time in months, it wasn’t sad thoughts. He was something called a satyr. He was a prankster and very whimsical, but he was honest and loyal. He was a good man, I hope he reincarnated into something nice.

I remember him telling me the story of how he met my mother. He ran into her for the first time, and I do mean actually running into her, two years before I was born. He was new to the area and had mostly just traveled from grove to forest to grove, never really settling down. Once he met my mother it was love at first sight, for him at least. It took almost a year of courting for her to consider it.

If you believe what he said the first year filled with fiery passion, the stuff of men's dreams. Whatever that means. My mother never corrected him on that. And then they had me, he said the passion never died, but it was more discreet. Again, whatever that means.

I feel happy, and melancholy. Well, good night diary.

Day 62

Today Par took most of his tribe somewhere, I have no idea where. The ones he didn’t bring with him were either injured or sick.

Seeing an opportunity I decided to practice healing magic. I gathered up a bunch of berries, so I could regain mana much easier and got the remaining goblins sitting in a line. I spent most of the day going down that line and healing the goblins.

Of course, I wasn’t very good at first, I'm pretty sure most of the mana was wasted during the process of healing. But I steadily got better, improved my control and my understanding of both healing and creatures that aren’t plants. The latter should help me as I try to learn how to manipulate non-plant creatures.

When I was done the goblins looked at me with a sense of, compassion? No that’s not quite right. Loyalty? Closer but still not quite right. I honestly can’t figure it out.

I got done healing about late afternoon early evening to discover that Willow had been watching me for most of the time. She said she was curious about how I manipulate life. Which I thought an apt description of the magic I can do.

Anyway, it’s growing late so I should sleep. Goodnight diary.