*A book, the only one left on this particular shelf, spins on it's hem a few times and then falls to the ground with a 'thump'
A hand carefully picks up said book and inspects it casually, mussing upon it's possible contents.
This is a journal, or so the ancient beast recalled; and he himself had used it hence and had plans to anon.
The quill hovered over the brown paper.*
Well hello there.
It's December. Strange month; supposedly the Christmas period is around this time of year; the 20th or something?
Humbug.
My last entry was now over a year ago, and I said I had several projects on the way. The quality of them was something to be desired. Now I have a years experience since then, and I hope to use it to create something nice for Christmas.
I'll keep in touch about it (I hope, forgetful old thing that I am)
*The book is left on the table, open, and the quill laid beside it, as the creature wanders off to begin working; but not too far off.*