Year XXXX May 7

Well, it is a good thing I look over my notes before writing a new entry; I would have missed Sven's little addition. He wrote with one of my burnt out torches and there is charcoal all over the bottom half of the page but his writing is still legible despite the smearing. I should teach him how to spell if he is going to write more often, just in case there is some future need. I have no idea why Sven would need to write but I have a nagging feeling that he should at least know how before he is fully-grown.

I got to see something special today, two if you count Bina's smile when Kefka brought her a poppy, roots and all. The smile wasn't very big, just a small upward twitch at the corners of her mouth, but it made her foster parents very happy. Then she shook off dirt all the roots and picked the petals off one by one before eating them.

When her new parents saw this they started bringing her flowers to eat since the clans normal, diet doesn't seem to sit with her very well. Bina plucked the petals off three more flowers before she quit and started replanting them. I am no expert with the benefits of native flora but I do know people can eat some rose petals without any worry, perhaps for Endermen it's the same way but there has to be something she'll be willing to eat. If we cannot get her to eat something more substantial I am afraid she'll fade away.

The Endermen have tried all the foods they can come by naturally in the wilds and a few stolen from miners. When a cake was brought, the girl picked the strawberries from the top, ate only those, and chewed meditatively on the seeds of a smashed pumpkin brought to her by Sven. At one point, I even saw her eating the discarded and dried skin of an apple left behind by some wasteful person. What could she be thinking? Almost all the edible things I know of have been tried with her and she has turned her nose up at everything so far.

I would give her some sun dried fruits I have been making recently but she is extremely wary of me even with a pumpkin on, and I really can't blame her for that lack of trust. Humans slaughtered her family, being from the race that traumatized her, Bina would understandably be wary of me. I dearly wish I could help her or that she'd let me help her in some way.

The real treasure I saw today was a Dragons' egg; it was set on a pillar of highly polished iron topped with diamonds, the whole thing was then surrounded with glass panes so you couldn't touch it. Next to the whole ensemble was a sign that read, "Future tame dragon ~Phoenix," and I wondered just how much trouble this Phoenix person had gone through to erect such a valuable monument.

The resources alone must have taken him or her months to assemble, on top that off that, the trials of killing off a dragon of The End must have taken a staggering amount of time and preparations, patience and effort. I have heard a rumor that picking one up is nearly impossible unless you know a few tricks; even then, the egg is liable to become lost once you bring it back.

The Endermen couldn't see the egg through the glass around it but on some level, they were aware of it. The same Enders that can vaguely see me got close to the pedestal and discovered that something was in their way; I think Tiny was more startled by his reflection than by the glass itself. (I should experiment with glass some time to see why they have problems with it) One of them, a member of the mountain clan I've met whose name is Enzi, even took to licking the panes and climbed on top of the display cautiously to the amazement of her fellows. Once Enzi was on top of the structure she looked around and I was forcefully reminded of a spider, if they had half their legs cut off, only two eyes, and able to teleport away when the need arose.

She preened at being the sudden center of attention and chattered noisily at the children. The bravest of them rushed to her and the smartest found handholds to climb the glass to reach Enzi and to gaze upon the egg from above. Everyone watched the youngsters climb all over the monument and it was little Bina that fell through the panes at the very top that caused a commotion. She landed squarely on the purple and black egg and squealed like a stuck pig for a second before manure hit the fan.

The egg vanished like the Endermen but with fewer particles and Bina disappeared with it, everyone was up in arms about her disappearance and the clan scattered like dust in the wind to find her. We did not have a long time to look because an alarm went off moments after the egg left its pedestal. The clan panicked until Sven screamed in pain and wolves started to howl.

Bina and the egg had landed on a small island in the middle of a nearby pond and Sven had tried to hop on lily pads to get to her. The clan kreeled in uncertainty, the island she had landed on was barely big enough for the egg and no one looked eager to trust the broad leaves of a water lily to hold their weight after Sven's near soaking.

I took it upon myself to swim to the island with a wolf at my side, I had hoped to make a small path for her to walk on made of sand but she had other ideas. Bina jumped on my shoulders once I had gotten close enough for her to latch on to and absolutely refused to be pried off. I have never noticed it before but she has short claws because she has been chewing on them, not because she is malnourished, as I had previously thought.

By some miracle, I made it back to the water's edge without her touching the water and her foster parents snatched her, and incidentally me since she was not letting go, up and ran as if dogs were on their heels. This was not far from the truth since a woman with fiery hair crashed through the underbrush with a small pack of wolves at her command, a bow in hand, and a sword with fire dancing along the blade at her hip. I would bet a month's wages that she was the Phoenix that wrote the sign.

If there was a predetermined place to run to, it was lost on me while I was dragged through the landscape by Bina and the older couple that takes care of her. The sky was starting to turn pinkish to the east when everyone finally slowed down and teleported into a surface ravine so deep that it intersected an abandoned mineshaft. The whole clan collapsed in the sheltering darkness those tunnels provided and panted themselves to sleep.

I'm too tired to get the apples I dropped before I was hauled into the mineshaft, I'll get them tomorrow when the moon rises and I hope to god Kefka doesn't try to get down here on her own, she would probably fall to her death if she tried.

Henri Lemark