My newest endeavor! Though it's more of a consistent warm up exercise of drabbles for when RWU and Sabel are too plot driven for me to type and I need something relaxing to do.

"The Kayura Diaries"
Or
"The Woes of Being Head Hon...chette"
By Little Ucchan

-Entry 00: My New Idea-

I am trying my hand at this thing called writing. Though this "pen" is quite strange. Ink is stored in a compact tube with a nib at the end. I am aware of the invention of the nib as a western novelty, but I recalled it still functioned the same as my brush. Both still needed to be dipped in an ink well to write. I fear it will take some time for me to get used to seeing ink appear on my page without so much as a refilling dip. But I am grateful that I do not have to worry about ink threatening to drip on my kimono. Honestly, Dais insists I wear the ceremonial garbs of a priestess "of my standards" but it is outright detrimental to my mobility. Sometimes I wish I had my old armor. At least I had been able to move and still look feminine. The Armor of Cruelty makes me look wider than I am tall.

But this pen is very convenient. I have adopted the habit of carrying one with me for emergencies. You never know when the need to write a quick letter to be delivered across the castle grounds would arise. Now, if only these mortals would invent something of a portable messenger to deliver my letters…

Oh yes. Writing. I've decided to keep a journal of the sorts. It was Cale who had, surprisingly, given me the idea. He who does not take up the fine art of calligraphy unless it is to pen himself a formal letter of challenge to Halo. Poor boy.

Anyway, after reprimanding Cale about the sorry state of the common room after his use of it, he had told me, quite clearly to "write down your complaints on paper so I don't have to hear them!" Now I know he meant to offend, but it did not seem like such a bad idea. The writing. Not the transfer of my reprimands from a verbal medium to a written one. Though, after I had finished scolding him, I did continue the rest of what I had to say about his manners on a seven foot long scroll and slipped it into his bedchamber, as per his suggestion. That will teach him to act smart with me.

Sekhmet had also pointed out, after praising me for my seven foot comeback to Cale's comment, that keeping a record of one's thoughts is a good way to monitor and reform the impurities of the mind. He then expressed to me the powerful wonder of haikus in its artful simplicity as a written art form and the subject diverged from there.

So now, I keep a journal. Though it will take some time for me to get used to this pen. Honestly, why anyone would create such a convenient device only to have to press so hard to get any ink out is beyond me. Not as free flowing as my brush. Such is the price for efficiency, I suppose. I shall have to nip on over to the Mortal Realm some time to see if they have come up with any pens that mirror the strokes of my brush.

-Owari-