As we near the end of November, The weather outside has become brittle, inside fires are always lit and Isa clings to my chest for heat. Her fingers are sometimes like ice, in which case I set her near the den's fireplace, It does have the largest of fireplaces throught my estate, and I can keep the flames lit for days on end using kindling I chop myself in the back lot of my estate. There is a thick amount of snow on the ground, and I doubt Isa will set tail outside for a few months. She is becoming quite lethargic And sleepy, perhaps she shares the same year cycle as a common serpent? I believe so, but keeping her warm seems to wake her up after some exposure to a fire, Her mood lights up as well, She becomes less irritable. Lydia is currently cooking a winter feast; turkey, ham, potatoes, salads, and a wild boar Zenia shot in the forest. Me and Isa are sitting in the library, before the fireplace, we can smell the meat roasting from across my rather large home. The child is becoming quite restless, in anticipation of her dinner. I dont blame the little thing, The scent is mouth watering, and occasionally my stomach grumbles at the thought. Sora has sent for me, the meal is ready to serve and the other maids have already sat down. Isa's japanese has improved quite a bit, I am impressed with the progress chandra is making compared to what I was attempting. Isa is now tugging at my pant leg and pointing to the door with an eager look on her face, I lower my arm and she clings on like a living rope with her tail, the little rattle coiled by her tail. I suppose now is enough time for writing, I have a feast awaiting me.
- Nicholas
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My Daughter, Isa
FantasyThe diary and life of a man who discovers an infant mythological creature, a lamia. alone and unconscious The young creature's situation took over his sympathies, and he took her in. this is the diary of his life with His daughter, Isa.
