//------------------------------// // VIII: Entries 30 to 32 // Story: Diary of a Young Griff // by Isuvyw //------------------------------// 1st of Eastermonth, A.N.M 3 It’s the first day of the new month, Eabha. I hope it goes well. Collier and his friends delivered the coal this afternoon, and they decided to stay around just for a bit. I should tell you more about Collier. He is dark blue in color, and his mane an even darker blue. He wears a little red cap on his head, and his flank bears the mark of a pickaxe. He looks cute – a different kind of cute, I suppose. He likes to swear, his friends especially. And they also like to smoke. Sometimes they will secretly bring a few rolls of their substances and smoke here, because they don’t want Miss Hawkrose to see them. They’re not supposed to smoke anyway, and I’ve told them quite a few times, but they don’t listen. Well, it’s up to them in the end. They like Sven, surprisingly. Sven is more talkative now, and he struck up a very lively conversation with them. I was worried that Collier might not like him so much, but I was wrong. They laughed together, shared some stories together, and even swore together. I’m quite afraid Sven has learnt some new insults, and I will have to tell him to restrain his mouth, otherwise he might accidentally swear in front of Miss Hawkrose, and get punished severely for it. I really don’t want him to get into trouble, especially with Miss Hawkrose. Speaking of her, she’s been awfully quiet. It might be good for a while, because then I don’t have to worry about any scoldings so far, but it’s a little unusual to not see her. She hasn’t come round the boilers for some time. I feel a little worried. I really hope nothing goes wrong for me, or for Sven. Sven is right now sleeping, and I am going to join him soon. Goodnight Eabha, you’re the best. *** 2nd of Eastermonth Something is funny with the pipes. I’ve never seen anything like it before. Remember when one of the hot water pipes broke, but no water came out of it? And yet the pressure gauges were still running? It happened today as well, but in a far far stranger way.  The pressure gauges on the boiler were not moving at all. But the pressure gauges on the pipes going into the wall were. If water is flowing through those pipes then the gauges on the boiler should be bopping up and down as well. But they didn’t. They kept perfectly still. Is there really another pipe connected? I don’t know Eabha. It’s just so strange. The boiler room is built to make hot water, which the whole palace needs, so why would they bypass this place and let cold water flow around instead? This is really strange. I have to check the pipe map in Miss Hawkrose’s office. But enough about work. It is hard and tiring, and I know that you won’t like hard and tiring stories, right? Sven finished Rown ag Meagis. He said it was very tragic, and he felt sad because of it. Griffon stories really know how to make you cry.  I guess I could tell you. The story goes that a griffon named Rown accidentally drinks a potion that causes him to kill his wife Meagis in fury. When he wakes up from the potion, he sees Meagis’ bloody body and is struck with such horror and guilt that he chops off his limbs, wings, beak, and ears one by one, in order to punish himself for killing his beloved. His blood mixes with Meagis’, which causes a spirit to appear in front of Rown. It turns out to be his beloved Meagis, who hugs him very dearly, before disappearing into thin air. Rown dies after that. I know, it is quite violent. I sometimes wonder why griffon writers had to be so bloody. But there are other stories which are much more violent, and I think it is best that we don’t talk about them. Actually, now that I think about it, it might be too violent for Sven. But he’s read it already. I hope he won’t get nightmares because of it. The book on “kirins” is very interesting. Their clothes are rich and colorful, and their language is strange. Their writing is even stranger. They like to put powders on their cheeks and wear a lot of jewelry. It must be the rich “kirins” that they’re showing, not the common ones. I don’t think common kirins like to wear so much clothing and all. They would be simple, just like me. Today was a tiring day, as is usual. In fact, I don’t know how I have enough strength leftover to write to you. Daren lew, Eabha. Oched ta bhi. *** 3rd of Eastermonth Miss Hawkrose could really dil ma nwil. No seriously, she will DIL MA NWIL!! She really had to get angry at Sven. He just bumped into her – an accident! And then she berated him and called him “son of a whoremare.” If miss Hawkrose thinks I don’t know what that means, then I dare say she’s greta greatly mistaken!! Im so upset rigt right now, Eabha, I cant even write properly. That’s not even enough to express how upset I am at miss Hawkrose. I really feel like telling her to nwil off to her face. She could go SOCK IT and DIL MA NWIL!! Im sorry Eabha, I cant help myself. *** I’m sorry Eabha. I was really upset. Like, really really upset. I had to hug Sven many times and tell him that his mother was a good mother. His heart must’ve broken so much when miss Hawkrose insulted his mother like that. Makes me wonder if she herself is a whore. Actually, she might as well be one. I’ll tell you a secret. miss Hawkrose liked to have stallions come over to her office. I even saw it myself. One night, a white stallion with blonde mane visited her. He looked like a very rich pony. They closed the door and giggled quietly. I was curious, so I put my ear to the door. For some reason, miss Hawkrose didn’t think about how light the wood of the door was. I could hear everything. Like, popping open a bottle – it must’ve been wine or something – and her sofa creaking. Then, I heard them clink their glasses together. And then, for a long long time, they just talked very softly about themselves. I even heard the stallion saying how “luscious” she was. I think you can guess where this is going, right Eabha? Disgusting is all I can say. She is OLD. Freaking OLD. That stallion either has very very poor taste in mares, or he has some weird desires that he doesn’t mind a mare as old as miss Hawkrose to share the bed with him – sofa in this case. Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. Actually, now that I think about it, it wasn’t very nice for me to have eavesdropped on them. After all, it is their privacy. But im so mad at her, that I don’t feel like caring for her feelings. Yet it isnt very great of me to leak this secret, right? Anyway this secret is with you now. Its in Griffish, don’t worry. Nopony except the griffons can read it. And it turns out that Im the only griffon here. So, I guess this little scandal is safe with you and me. Im tired after ranting to you. I hope you wont be annoyed at my bad writing or spelling. I don’t care at this point. Goodnight.