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Skaithosday, 18 Deichen, 1893 C.E.
Eheid, 8 Kaalen, 2157 T.M.L.
3 Mikistli, 23 Coatl, 6.11.2.1.8.4.4
Dear Journal,
I woke this morning to fine weather and the realisation that this is my last full day in Tlemutsiko. I will miss my cousins, but I do think that it is time that I ceased being on holiday and went on to whatever the rest of my life is going to be. Is it a defect in my character that being without a defined role that I understand apparently makes me tetchy? That's the only reasonable explanation I have for my attitude and behaviour yesterday. I left my room, in a visiting gown because I planned to go to the bank after breakfast, resolved that I needed to consult Cousin Poktlilui on the correct wording of an apology letter - particularly if I wanted to make it clear that my bad behaviour was spawned by theirs. (Not that I expected to be able to send such a letter - Mother would certainly never permit such a thing, and if I needed to write an apology letter for my behaviour, she would insist on seeing it before it was sent.)