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7/21/99---

How I long to travel...  I have been trapped in this tiny underground dwelling for the vast majority of my life, waiting for the Torpor Storm to clear.  It is the worst storm in memory, at least according to Zebos, the eldest of our tiny band.  She has lived through many such storms, but never has she witnessed, or indeed even heard of, a storm that lasted for this many years.  Yet, she says, there are signs of it passing.  Only three score days ago, the winds lulled for a few hours.  Aldrige, the other (and older) male of our group, went above ground for a few moments and saw much devastation -- and the next front of the storm.  He hurried back down after securing the entrance once again, just as he arrived we could hear the winds pick back up to the typical levels we had grown accustomed to all these years.

I hope the storm does pass soon, as I grow impatient.  I have been looking through the images my father, Ragbar, preserved on the leaves of the retinas plants he carried with him.  As I look, Zebos will often tell great stories about their origins and the lands from which the images were taken.  No matter how many times I hear these tales, I do tire of them, for it is through them that I can dream of the places to which I will one day travel.  Indeed, it is my only means of "travel", at the moment.

I have begun this journal in preparation for the day I will begin my journey.  I hope it will not be long, for my legs ache in anticipation of trekking across the land in search of knowledge. 

As things develop, I will update this journal -- however, if things do not change, I doubt there will be any need to write.  For I think of little else but the future, as the present holds so little for me.

-R-