Kake/ A Journal of Things

So if you’re read this, first off, rude. Second of all, this is something I started to keep my thoughts clear as I look for Shiias. Oh, you wouldn’t know who she is. I will explain from the beginning I guess.
== Kid Stuff ==
As far back as I remember, I was the son of Saberita and Kyoshi, and cute as a button, but that’s more my mom talking than what I‘d tell you. I had cream colored hair and really pale gold eyes, and I had the adventurous spirit of most kids my age, but worse because it’s me we’re talking about, I have bad boy written all over me.
What’s the earliest I remember...? Oh yeah.
Amid the vast green of East Flora, a village lay tucked away. It was an honest place, but fair different from the rest of the world. The roads were carefully ornate by wilderness village standards, polished stone pebbles were gently and lovingly arranged to fit together perfectly, a symbol of our people’s unbreakable unity.
When a newborn came into the world, a special stone was put into the roads, with their name inscribed. This way, they would always be reminded of their inseparable bonds as family and village. I have always remembered those bonds and remember the roads fondly. The houses were nothing special, or that’s just the local talking.
The houses were made with the surrounding forest’s timber, and the builder’s clan carefully inscribed the owners name as well as the craftsman‘s emblem to honor the owner and designers together. Our own house was inscribed with symbols of Ruik, the Dragon of Fortune. Who's he? Ehh, maybe another time, I'm too tired to write about it.
Needless to say, our house was a little more posh than the rest of the homes, due to my mother being what outsiders would refer to as a Chieftain. As the head Spirit Dragon, she guided the village in law and spirit, but there were other Spirit Dragons, equal to her in authority. Each major branch of the Spiritwood and Dragonclaw clans would have at least one representative. She personally oversaw me and my sister's training in the village at a young age, even before I was of age to be enlisted in the dojo, a mandatory thing when you got older. Everyone had to be capable of defending themselves.
I remember my first day there...
...A gentle hand urgently shakes me as I sleep, and I groan, terribly sleepy and in those days, never eager to leave bed. Knowing the battle would be lost if urgent matters were not taken, I hear the person's soft footsteps approaching the direction of the window, and my body tenses even before the scalding blast of morning sun strikes directly into my face, forcing me awake with a howl, and I look upon my elder sister Kuchi, who is frowning quite strongly at me.
She's a beautiful girl with cream hair and the beautiful, illustrious gold eyes of my mother, with the brewing fury of her as well in her eyes, adorned with a white kimono with the emblem of Ruik (I swear I'll get to that later, there's a lot of things I wanna talk about...) embroidered into its fabric, lovingly crafted by Mother.
It was discovered a week ago that Kuchi possesses the innate potential to arise as a Spirit Dragon, and ever since, she's been training in the ways and culture of our people under the tutorship of my mother and the other Spirit Dragons. Needless to say, she's been under a lot of stress ever since, and so I'm not so surprised when she angrily yanks me out of bed and slams me into the floor. Gotta say, you know they're a Dragonclaw when they can fling you around the place like a doll.
I, a very much delicate flower compared to my very much dragonian sister, wheezed in pain for a few minutes, before beginning my day, dressing tiredly and preparing myself for the inevitable first day of school shenanigans.
Stumbling through the wooden house, I fumbled into the main room, where Mother sat in wait.
”Moia,” I aknowledge before seating myself beside Mother and Father at the firepit. They had prepared eggs and a light helping of sliced pork, with a variety of spices and salt to give them a extra depth of flavor. I can not help but salivate, Mother, like all women of the family, was an amazing cook.
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