Chapter Thirty-Three: How Many Skills?I have to admit, now that I'm a teenager, I'm finding it far more easy to articulate my thoughts into the written word. Dad suggested I keep a diary-cum-scrapbook, and I like the idea.
Well, I'd be remiss if I didn't first mention my (and Imoen's) Birthday dinner. We all gathered around for cake.
After which, Mom talked me into trying to catch an insect (why I'm not so sure and have learned not to ask),
while Imoen tried out the treadmill, now that she was old enough.
She told me she was going to be a fitness nut, in challenge to her 'bookworm-ish' (is that a word? I must look that up later) and 'booring' sister.
I think she needs a bit of practice, first.
The Portraits and Sculptures must continue. Grandma explained the Dynasty to me. It's. . . daunting. But I'm not one to back away from anything, so I'm sort of pre-forced by my own personality to try this, despite everything.
Barring serious matters, though, it was decided that the family would take a trip back to France.
We all played on the waterslide that Dad had put in,
while the various family members worked on the skills the Dynasty demanded they work on. (Yes, I know that's not technically correct grammar, but this is -my- journal. So I don't have to be correct right now.)
Even Imoen was learning how to sculpt and paint; so that she could sculpt the future immortals.
Mom has become the family cook, among other things,
while Imoen, unsatisfied with learning Painting, Sculpting, and the basics of Photography, also continued on her fitness streak.
As if the fitness interest was also not enough, she also explored several new tombs!
One of the requirements for a 'Great and Dashing Tomb Raider', (her words exactly, just so you know), is to also be an expert handywoman.
So, Imoen, following in Mom's footsteps, was the one who got called when Dad's Nectar Maker broke.
With all this learning of new skills and refining of old ones, I thought there was nothing else my sister could try to learn.
I was wrong.
