A diary entry by Figalok.
"A time of vishful zhinking. I do not vish tu vaste my time avay vith inzane dreams. Of course, I vill celebrate zhe existance of our forest."
"A new j'year sets an illuminated path tu a new start. J'you may see vhat may be ahead, but it just might not be so. It's not like I'm afraid tu make mistakes. Zhey just seem... so imperfect. I don't vant tu stumble all ze time, j'you know?"
"J'yes... ve all have a burning desire. And ve call zhat one a goal. All ze vise and elderly ones say j'you must never give up, or somezhing along zhose lines. Zhat mocking, burning desire is like a big candle, glowing in ze dark, because it out-shined everyzhing around j'you. And in zhe dark, j'you can only see zhe candle, nothing else zhat j'you cherish."
"Vhy am I being so negative? I study magic- I love magic! It's so great tu fly over zhe hills, valk among zhe fish, and dance in zhe sky. If I believe in zhese zhings, vhy do I frown upon dreams of zhe New J'year? I have seen zhe zhings thought tu be impossible. Like zhe smallest of fawns zhat I met today; like zhe rest of zhe fawns zhat kept zheir pelts! It sounds insane. But I've seen it, so I believed in it. Zhat must be it."
"Saying such zhings make me look disloyal tu zhe Twin Gods. I've questioned zheir reason, but vhy not? Maybe zhey created zhe Forest for us tu ponder about. Maybe, zhat is vhat makes us zhe Deer of Zhe Forest."
