And now for something different. I'm taking a hiatus from PoI to focus on this. I've always wanted to do a story written in diary entries, so away we go! I hope you enjoy it.
Dear Diary,
I had a full day of travel, and I have so much to talk about. Going all the way from Cerinia to Corneria—from the outer rim of Lylat all the way to its cultural and political center—was as much of an odyssey as I suspected it would be. That, and as tiring. It's only because of this cup of coffee at a cute Corneria café that I'm awake enough to write this down. Even if I didn't have the cup I would still be straining to write, because after doing so much writing in the past I learned putting it down somewhere is the best feeling.
My original fears about taking this job are, so far, unfounded and realized in the best sorts of ways. Unfounded in that I ended up liking the travel, and realized through still having to make some adjustments to a new planet. Corneria city is huge. Ca Jouja is a big Cerinian town, and so I thought I had a good idea of what "bustling" meant with cities, but I know now I was completely wrong! This is what bustling looks like. People everywhere, with sights and smells all around, and my powers can still pick up plenty nascent energies without focusing. It's both intoxicating and overwhelming, and I can't wait to experience more.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. There is still the job to do.
When I first saw that email from a Miss Fay Sinclair, it really did seem too good to be true, especially when she mentioned reading my work from the war and finding it "engrossing and lovely." A ghost-writing gig to help Fox McCloud, the great hero of the Lylat War, write a memoir about it all? Surely my leg is being pulled. Then I ended up looking up Miss Sinclair on the net and found that she really existed, was a prominent Cornerian, and actually knew and was close to McCloud. I emailed her back, we talked, and now I'm here. And the job could not have come at a better time, what with reporting work drying up with the war over. Cerinia was a periphery front in the Lylat War, with Andross sorely underestimating us "primitives" out in the sticks. While there was a lot of writing to do, it probably paled in comparison to the amount here. There are war memorials everywhere in Corneria, it seems.
But, yes, a timely job, and an intimidating one. But mom and dad encouraged me to go—mom practically jumping up and down for me to take it and dad being sure I would succeed—and Auntie Garnet let it be known that if I didn't call home at least once a week she'd be very cross with me. I told her not to worry. I already let them know I arrived safely.
…Fox McCloud. I heard the name during the war, of course, like everyone else. The fearless and daring leader of Star Fox. More was written about him, than anything coming from him. He doesn't speak to reporters much. He's a private young man. Only nineteen as well, around my age. Miss Sinclair mentioned that Fox needed someone to help him with the memoir so he could "decompress" about everything. Help him make sense of it all. Fox was originally against the idea, but at Fay's urging he agreed. She said he would be a good man to work with. I do hope so. My mind wanders about what sort of man he will be in person. A braggart war hero? Understandable, but…I would hate it, frankly. Well, I just have to hope he isn't like that, and even if he is, the prospective pay is handsome. Miss Sinclair already mentioned I would get some of it upfront.
I told Miss Sinclair I arrived, and that I was waiting for her at the café she specified. That was about fifteen minutes ago. She's going to arrive soon to take me to Fox's house herself. Apparently he owns a home in the Cornerian country side. Sounds lovely.
Oh, there she is now, coming inside. Well, off we go then!
-Krystal