Tannia leaned in closer to Turan as he opened the journal, trying to read in over his shoulder. He turned and looked at her rather sheepishly.
"You may not want to read this, Tan'," he said slowly, drawing away.
But the haremaid only laughed, scooting closer again. "Oh come on! I'm sure you wrote horrible things about me. I want to see! How old were you when you wrote this?"
Turan looked down, studying it for a moment. "I think I was eleven. And.. are you sure you want to see?"
This quieted Tannia for a moment as she stopped to think. "Then that was ten seasons ago.. meaning.. I would've been nine.."
Turan only looked silently at her for a few moments, before she met his eyes. "Well?" She said. "You going to start reading or not?"
He nodded and opened the journal again, holding it so they both could read.
Day 1
Dad says I should start keeping a journal to talk about how all my days go. I said that was a girly thing to do because it was like a diary. Dad said it wasn't, and that he kept one when he was my age. I guess it's okay then, because my dad is the warrior. I still don't like it much though. Why should I write when I can be outside learning how to fight?
Dad says to write down what I'm thinking, too. So this is what I'm thinking: Why do I gotta write this stupid journal? It's boring and I've got ink on my paws. Dad says I'll want to look at it when I'm older. I know I won't.. I'm gonna be the warrior. I won't have time to worry about a stupid journal I wrote when I was a kid.
I also gotta write about my day. So today I didn't do much. I sparred with Dad like I do every day. Mum says Dad takes it too hard on me, and I should rest more. I told her it was okay, and it was very important that I trained. She only smiled at me, but I think she argued with Dad again when I left. Well, that's all I have to say. I guess I have to write again tomorrow. I hate this..
When they both finished, Turan only sat, shaking his head in disbelief. Tannia, however, was snickering away. "You were so spoiled, Turan. You really were. What a brat."
He stuck his tongue childishly out at her. "Maybe I just won't let you read anymore." He said, pulling the journal back into his lap, playing the part of the little brat.
She laughed, pushing him gently at the shoulder. "Oh come off it, Turan! You have changed a lot though."
"Okay okay." He said. "But let me read out loud if you don't care."
She nodded at him "Go right along. As long as you don't start censoring it just for my benefit." She noticed Turan give a small wince at that request, but nod in resignation.
He flipped the page and cleared his throat. "Day two.."