[Lost Era, June 17th, 1001. Cloudy. Road to Prison.
The first day after leaving the outpost.
More precisely, not long after leaving.
It wasn't that I was worrying about the road ahead and procrastinating like an ostrich. I just wanted to talk to Quinn about what happened last night before setting off—
So that when some child called me Dad in the future, I could realize he or she was a newborn little hag.
But the druids had already left at first light.
Only Shalti remained, along with a dimensional bag in her hand.]
At some point, Tang Qi had grown accustomed to writing in his diary atop the swaying turtle shell.
So much so that the instant he put pen to paper, he felt as though everything had returned.
Only, there was no lively little girl by his side, tumbling and rolling through the hay like a wolf cub.
Instead, there was a calm Elf reading a book. If not for the soft rustle of turning pages, he might have thought Shalti wasn't there at all.
What remained unchanged was the Dawn waiting beyond the tent and Shivana scolding the Beastfolk.
Yiwu was sprawled over the table, snoring. It had nearly been a year since she had chewed through her eggshell.
The hatchling dragon from back then had gone from being a kitten small enough to perch on his shoulder and pretend to be a Pseudodragon to the size of a medium dog. She could no longer be carried on his shoulder or tucked into his hood.
That was only because being fed rye for the past half year had left her malnourished.
If Yiwu had eaten crystal cores or Magic Items normally during her time in the dream, she would probably have grown as tall as a Dwarf