[The entry begins with silence - it seems the journal is unattended, for the moment.
A sudden rustling cuts in, and the muted sound of footsteps approaching the journal. They stop for a moment, and everything is quiet. Then, a small sighing noise.]
.....TORO? TOOOROOOOO!!
[The person - a young girl, from the sound of the voice - pauses to listen. When no response comes, there's a worried murmur and a small thump when she sits down, apparently not having noticed the journal.]
If ya're not here at all, then where am I...?
[For those among you who would be wandering around the woods rather than looking over posts, for whatever reason, this arrival might catch your attention for one major reason: she seems to have discarded the traditional newfeather garb in favor of something a bit more....
natural....?]