. Mr. Xiao's Diary .

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This diary has seen many years. Oils from its owner's hand have weakened the spine, left the corners frail.
Pages are loose, some are stained with tea. Others have flowers pressed into them, and are stuck together.

But you notice, two sets of handwriting.
That which reminds you of your grandparents; deliberate but shaky still.
And also, that which reminds you of an aspiring scholar; tidy, purposeful.

Many of the diary's entries are in Dai-Li, though a significant amount are missing.

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ooc

This is one of the books that Elijah has in his library.
You are welcome to reference this material.

But it is only common knowledge if you have checked the diary out, or read it while hanging out in the library!!

As always, please do not comment on this thread, let's keep immersion!

I put these rather personal references to Elijah's character here with hope you all practice this curtesy, and do not meta game.

-- Ann

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[Annju]

Page One:​

There are numerous spelling errors, most caught and crossed out with a neat line.​

My name is Xiao Li Xie. I am ninety-twu two.

Young Elijah has recco recommended I write once a day. Better my common here and practice with him at tea.

I do not like this language. It takes too much time.

But it is fun to see words. And to know them when I see them.


My favorite word is cinam cinnamm cinammon.

The word is written correctly above the attempt, though in a strikingly different handwriting.​

Elijah tells me I pronounce it wrong.

But it is fun anyway.

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[Annju]

Page Eleven:

The bottom of the page, near the binding is split. Seems it was turned too quickly, long ago.
It's contents are written in Dai-Li, though what appears to be a translation is written next to it.
Once again, the handwriting is day and night; it appears to have the same owner as before.


When the sun does shine--

Together we will stand too--

New day, new life, rise.


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[Annju]

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Page Twenty-Four:

Orange tinted wrinkling shows where something had been spilled.
The center point is found in the top right corner. It still faintly smells like tea.
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Precision is not persimmon.

Eat a persimmon with tea.


To have good aim is what precision is.


Elijah has precision, and persimmons.​

This word is different difference is stupid.

Silly language.​

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[Annju]

Page Twenty-Six:

The handwriting has significantly improved. Though, you find a spelling error still.
A small doodle of a star falling is in the margin near the spine.​

Today is a very lucky day.

All my life. Ninety-two years all with bad lucks, not once have I seen a starfall.


A cat knocked the flower pot in the window over. This cat is rude.

I go out to clean up the broken piece.

No clouds are in the sky, all the starlight is bae beautiful.


And then I see it. Like snow falling from cloud, bright. In one quick motion like cutting pears!

I do not know where it landed. I will look once the sun stands.

Above stands, 'rises' is written neatly.​

I will not shoo the cat any more. I put out a fish.

Maybe the cat is lucky.


I hope to see the cat in the morrning, so I may thank it for giving me the shooting star.

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[Annju]

Page Thirty- Seven:

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Elijah-- do not read this one. Skip!

I mean it young man!

There's a new type of ink on the page.
It appears days have gone in between writing on it.

Entries follow it, or so you can see. Perhaps Mr. Xiao went back to it after his warning.​

Elijah will be twenty soon.
I want to get him a gift. A thank you.

He has taught me so much, I should not of been so cruel to him.
Some days, I forget he was once small, and still is so young.

I will be better.

Rhajja teases him for liking flowers.
Perhaps I will make a stone charm for him and paint it.

A lily, perhaps. Since his hair is white now.