Entry Ten:

Happy Turnday To Me…

Its hard to express sarcasm across ink, but incase you missed it – that there, that was sarcasm at its best. I am eleven Turns this day. Why am I not happy about this? Well, probably because Rahyvehn saw fit to use this day of my birth eleven Turns ago to announce that I was going to the hold.
Today.

Joy to me – watch me bound around with oozing enthusiasm (yes, more sarcasm). I told her I wasn't going and that there was nothing she could do to change my mind. In the end, it wasn't her that got me to go. It was Enchanth. He threatened to tell Rahyvehn that I could talk to any dragon (not just him, as she believes, since I talk to Enchanth a lot). Of course, I couldn't have him do that, and so I conceded. There were several disgruntled greens that will not be letting Enchanth catch them for a while, since I had promised several of them that I would start re-joining them in Flight within the next Turn or so; all of us assumed that I would be gone for said 'Turn or so' and thus I hope Enchanth fails in every flight he enters.

Why should he be allowed to Fly when I am deprived of the experience I am finally mature enough to attend? Well, almost mature enough. I think that given maybe a Turn and a half, I will be physically mature for such things as that. I don't know that I'll actually go along with it, but my body won't be screaming 'child' towards my partner anymore.

Perhaps that is why Rahyvehn is sending me to this hold?

- Denaiza – 11 Turns Old.