Sunday 28th January, 2001

Okay, I'm usually pretty good about writing in my diary, but I've just had too much on my mind. Finally I get to explore. (Okay, so Christine wasn't too happy about this, but hey, I can't help that. Besides, I don't think I'm likely to insult anyone anytime soon. I'll most probably be too busy gawking like a kid on Christmas morning.

Talking of gawking like a kid, I had my first real display of magic today. And I'm not talking about tricks where all the cards are the three of hearts or there's a rabbit under the tablecloth, a la Paul Daniels. I'm talking about making something out of nothing. This Shiiran-Puck, her name is, I think-just...snapped her finger, tossed some dust in the air and this huge plant appeared out of nowhere. It was WAY too big to be hidden up her sleeve...if Shiirans wore sleeves, or any clothing, come to that. I'm not exactly a prude, but I'm still a little relieved that they're covered in fur, although it's damn easy to tell a female from a male, even at a distance.

Better stop now; apparently the virela Niira-head of the Shiiran council or something-wants to see us.

I didn't think my Shiiran was that bad.