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7 Ceres, 24th year QS
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I caught Yrog transcribing one of my old diaries. I asked her how many of my journals she'd saved and Yrog replied, "All of them."

Apparently, every time I filled a book, Yrog would make a copy and tuck the original in stasis for safe keeping. Yrog would then copy the copy, archive the first transcription and keep the second for reading.

I demanded to see which diary she was copying and it was my very first. We spent the next several hours tripping down memory lane. I was such a child then. In many ways, I guess I still am. It's embarrassing to admit I only now realize what Mindy meant when she called Yrog a, "dirty old voyeur," but I think it's sweet. In fact, I'm starting to cry; to think that my short life is going to be remembered and for thousands of years, even if just by one dragon.

You're looking at me now, all sweet and funny, Yrog, but I'm not going to tell you why I'm crying. You'll read this soon enough.

As always, I'm amazed by your gentleness. I've seen those claws tear through monsters, perforating carapace, rending flesh, and snapping bone. Yet, with a soft soothing caress, those same claws lift my tears from my cheeks.

Thank you, my dragon, but it's still creepy when you lick your claws afterwards.