Mia’s Diary of the Birthday Festival

The Sixteenth Day of the Twelfth Month

Today was the first day of my birthday festival. We threw a party at the Whitemoon Palace. The head chef made some delicious dishes. I asked him to lower the cost of the food this year, but what he came up with tasted even better than before. As always, the vegetable cake was scrumptious.

Of particular note is a new dish—soup made with sweetmoon potatoes. The harmony between the sweetness of the potatoes and the richness of the soup was absolutely superb. It couldn’t taste better. I have nothing but the utmost respect for the head chef’s craft.

The Seventeenth Day of the Twelfth Month

Today was the second day of my birthday festival. I went out to the town. While walking around, I ran into a store selling something called Miacakes. They were cakes made to look like me and were filled with a sweet cream. They tasted great.

I didn’t like how round they were, but it did make for a satisfying amount of cake, so I let the issue slide.

The Twentieth Day of the Twelfth Month

Heaven is eating ice candies in front of a fireplace!

That is all.

The Twenty-Sixth Day of the Twelfth Month

I thought I’d be so busy I wouldn’t be able to write any diary entries, but looking back, I’ve actually logged quite a few. They all ended up being food reports, though. I’ll never understand how that always happens. It must be ghosts or something.

It’s become custom for me to attend a birthday party hosted for me by Anne’s family, and this year was no different. However, I decided to spice things up this time, so I invited all of them to the Whitemoon Palace the next day. Anne’s little brothers and sisters had a blast. Elise said it helped her with her writing too. All in all, it was great.

Now that there’s a precedent, if we do end up with a great famine, I can at least shelter her family here in the palace. In fact, I should get them to come here on a regular basis so the guards start remembering their faces.

But moons, it’s almost here, isn’t it? The great famine. I hope we’ve stocked up on enough food. I get nervous every time I think about it.

Time to ask Anne to make me a cup of hot milk with lots of sugar. That should help me sleep.