Xzana

[Today the journal opens up on a rather water damaged looking apartment on the top floor of the Ground Building. Yes, the apartment has been trying to fix itself, but each night she tends to destroy it once more. Thankfully with the warmer weather the mixed breed will be returning to sleeping at the bottom of the lake once more, but thinking of her move she's gotten something else on her mind.

She opens her large, fanged mouth and speaks in a slightly gravely voice.]

Talking book. I have heard tell that in this land is the ocean. This is true, is it not? In which direction is this ocean?

[It's always been a dream of her's to see an ocean. Her extra long, scaled fingers grip the book tightly just thinking about it. She had put off searching for it until she felt she had secured herself a safe territory, but she's learned that Luceti probably won't let that ever happen.]

Is it as any ocean you have visited in your world? Or is it unique as are many items in this world? What of fish? Large monsters of the sea? Does there exist a place where one can stand and not see the end of the water?

[Tell her stories of oceans, Luceti. She's planning a trip and is full of excitement.]

[Normally one who sleeps away the winter months, Xzana has once again opted to move into human housing so that she can be awake during it. So long as she keeps warm enough she shouldn't fall asleep and as long as she has the thing called a bathtub she can suit her needs of being submerged for long periods of time.

However, a bathtub is much more cramped than the lake she is use to during warmer weather and she simply must get out once in awhile. Today she has decided to chance spending a little time outside. She's a bit hesitant at first, seeing the white drops falling from the sky, but after a little longer she starts to have some fun.

She prances about, kicking up snow in her bare, clawed feet. Wearing nothing but a flora dress she found randomly at the clothing shop she's a bit odd to see around. She'll spend time skating through the rivers that run through the village as she makes her way to the grocery store. She'll eat her fill of some of the raw meat there before carrying an arm full of it back to the ground building. At least being alone on the top floor means it shouldn't smell too bad when that meat slowly starts to rot.

Feeling full and happy she opens her journal to speak into it. Still full of energy, but not wanting to spend more time outside and chance freezing into place. The one winter she had spent awake in her homeland her friend Casimir would read from his books.]

Humans. Have you any stories to share? I do not mind if they are long ones. Perhaps ones of battle and victories? [Those were always exciting.]