18th December
86th Day of Harvest
3 Days to WinterYear of the Snake 1004
My friend Gilderoy’s condition is unchanged. My friend has lost his language. I cannot speak to my friend.
My friend writes. Always writes. My friend shows me words. I do not understand. My friend is unhappy and afraid. Wild like beast. I do not know what to do.
Griffon Gordon is comatose. Griffon Grackle has disappeared. Did griffon Grackle go back down? Did griffon Grackle flee across the ice?
Whistling is louder. Zebras wish to leave. Griffons say wait for other teams.
Other teams should be back. Diamond dogs. Griffons. Zebras. What happened?
My friend said Eastern Leaves take charge. Take charge I will.
We wait for teams. We leave. I take friend Gilderoy home.
Zebras not happy. Zebras scared. Zebras make threats. Griffons back Eastern Leaves. I am grateful.
I understand.
Cptn. Decadent Dawn, Notes:
It would appear Eastern Leaves’ grasp of the Equestrian language is limited. Perhaps she could speak it better than she could write it. Still, her intentions and meanings are clear enough.
Her hornwriting is nothing short of art, beset with beautiful curves and lovely flourishes that seem different with every pass yet distinct and full of clarity. I dare say I am adoring of her style. Were I a younger stallion, I might have wanted to get to know her based on this alone.
Why did I write that? It would seem I am having significant difficulties with my concentration. I think it is the ringing and itching. Something is changing within me. As the seconds tick by I come more and more to suspect that it is no mere sensation of the mind.
Keep reading, old boy. Keep reading.