Twenty-third Entry
I saw a fluffy white sheep today.
I named it Paul.
Paul got mauled by a pack of ravenous dogs.
There was so much blood.
I liked Paul.
Twenty-fourth Entry
There's all sorts of wild beasts roaming the Archylte Steppe and they all have the habit of attacking things that are cute. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't afraid and I wasn't going to put my theory to the test, but Vanille insisted on us exploring. Vanille, like all insane people met with incredible danger, likes to throw caution and her life to the wind. She wanted to drag me away from the safety of the group to pet a wild chocobo drinking by a pond. I would've left if the bird weren't being mauled by the same pack of ravenous dogs that mauled Paul.
Vanille said it was the circle of life and that it was sort of cute.
By the amount of red coloring the clear pond water, I thought the circle of life was hellish and bloody.
I don't think I should be exploring the steppe. I'm not the hulking hero that Snow is and I'm not the slick killing machine that Lightning has no trouble being. I'm a tender bag of tasty human flesh that's ripe for the mauling and I'm ridiculously cute to boot. I know I have my Eidolon to summon if I'm in any danger. But that takes time, energy, and I run the risk of Alexander accidentally killing me during the summoning process.
I gotta go. Sahz is making us go after a cactuar that only knows how to inflict various amounts of pain when cornered and afraid. That should be fun (not).