Chapter 2- Dente's Journal
Dente sighed as he sprawled out on his bed, remebering the whole year of his travel. He pulled out his dusty old journal, and flipped it open, skipping past his earlier year's worth of travelling. He came to rest at his 4th chapter, and with a old quill, he began to write.
Year 4- Another year, another battle scar. My grandpa used to say that, every time he came from a caravan travel. He was a tough old fart, always showing a brave face, even when he had about 23 scars all over him... Funny thing, he was really old, but he was a good fighter... He could slice anything down with his old sword. I use the same sword on my travels, much to the dismay of fellow caravan's. They always say I should get a better sword, one that's new and much better looking. Bah, I say to them. My grandpa's sword is strong enough, strong as any sword I've seen. That's the weird part, it IS strong as any sword I've seen. I really don't get how a old sword can be so tough... Well, I won't lose sleep over it, not really that important...
I'll tell you something that IS important... sigh I hate to admit it, but I'm starting to like Shareen... Not as a fellow caravner, but something a bit more... Not lovey-dovey mushy stuff, but more of a friendship... I know, I know, Clavat's and Selkie's never get along, but what do they know? I mean, she has never done anything that resembles being a criminal... I don't get it, but when she and I were coming back to Tipa, when she hugged me... Gah, I don't get it, I felt all fuzzy inside... Dammit, I hope this is not what I think it is...
Dente rubbed his head a little, setting the quill down. He slowly closed the journal, and placed it on top of his pillow. He quietly stood up, and walked over to his window, overlooking the blacksmith's home, the Crystal, and Shareen's home. He squinted, trying hard to see Shareen in her bedroom, even though it was nightime. He saw Shareen fixing up her clothes, and setting her racket in her closet, and plopping down on her bed. She nearly dosed off, but she got up again, and started to go change into her night robe... Dente snapped his head away, not looking at the rest of the scene. He started to blush a little, feeling embaressed that he nearly got caught. He sighed, and lyed down on his bed again, his eyelids slowly feeling more and more heavy, until they fell shut, and he drifted off to sleep.
