So, it seems that Captain Ferius has been reading a couple of psych books during his spare time. He's given us all a journal to record the events of our patrols and our thoughts in. I suppose that these journals could become valuable research material for future generations... But if a certain someone doesn't lay off the wisecracks about this being a baby book, those future scholars are going to have to pry it out of his throat.
Speaking of the "babies," there still hasn't been any change in the egg and the ice-mouse. The fuzzy spore, on the other hand, erupted into what I can only describe as a mutant dandelion seed. And wouldn't you know it, the little fluffball thinks the spot behind my ear makes a perfect nesting place. Maybe it and the ice-mouse can discuss philosophy up on my head.
Seeing as I've got to get going for my shift in a moment, I'll leave off here. Until next time, farewell.
--Leanna, of the Felixus Brigade, of the Knights of Thundera
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