[journal] wine business !

From outside, this journal looks luxurious, it has a dark crimson colour with a red rose as a family crest embedded on its cover, showing exactly whom it belongs to. The ink inside is no donut but to the highest quality any Symprite could lay their hands on. The handwriting is in calligraphy, beautiful and delicate as if it was . Everything is in place and in order, nothing but perfection that the writer had written. 

“ XX/XX/XX

The weather is getting colder, I can feel it biting through my fur and scales as I am writing this entry. My beautiful garden of roses is about to face yet another harsh winter, none of them will survive and will be perished by all the frostbite on their beautiful bodies. That unfortunate and inevitable event also indicates that my wine business has to work harder than before so that we could reach the high demands of the customers who would travel far and wide just to have a taste or warm their cold bodies. As I am their boss, I do indeed pay them enough gold that is just as much as their sweat from working hard at this time of the year. I also have heard a rumour from my employees of this ‘casino’ that was opened near the Vault. From my personal experience, I would rather stay away from those machines from the old world, it is not my cup of tea at all. Father when he was alive and well, he used to tell me the story of how he almost went bankrupt because of his own impulsive greed. As the oldest kin in line, I always make sure to not become like my father, because I may not have the luck like his to survive the incident and gambling sounds questioning. Still people who work for me seem to like it, even some stayed overtime just to earn more gold to feed to the machine. They're old enough to decide what’s best for themselves and I let them do as they please, as long as they don’t ruin the family’s name. I never thought that the opening of the new place could help boost the business outcome, but I guess we never know what the world brings. I can only hope and pray that they could save up just barely to make it out to see next spring. I wish to see every faces greet me as they walk into the factory site with fresh flowers that they picked before they come to work, as they’re my people, my family  

• Mikairi “