14th of the Third Month, 2306
Ah! Here my dairy is! It's been missing for years. I thought it had gone to the bottom of the sea.
You see, there was a bear that came into the house (for we often leave the door open) and started rummaging around.
Papa managed to scare him off, but as he retreated, I thought I saw my diary in his paws.
So I snuck out and quietly followed him all the way down to the east shore, where he dropped the book, and it was taken by the tide.
Anyway, we only just discovered today that it was only a cookbook that belonged to a faun who gave it to us right before he was killed.
I was so happy to find my old leather book hiding underneath papa's bed!
So, I am now 15 years old, turning 16 in four months.
It's odd being 15, for I am always thinking about boys.
I'm thinking about what it would feel like to be in love and to have the man of my dreams sweep me off my feet.
I told papa this (not in great detail, of course), and papa just hugged me and said it was all part of growing up.
Even more, I catch myself thinking about what I want my husband to look like, and what I want him to be like.
I wish that he would show up. But papa says just to be patient.
Now I must go and practice my archery.