Year of the Boar, Fifth Month, Day 21.

I have spent the past few days scheming furiously; I have been through my entire wardrobe and find nothing remotely suitable to wear for extensive travelling on foot. Added to this, I still have not thought of a way to get myself into the library to steal maps, and although I have gathered the few possessions I could not possibly do without; my hair brush and a small mirror, my papers and some brushes and a block of ink, some undergarments and a piece of soap... and... the bunny rabbit toy Father gave to me on my third birthday, sentimental of me, I know, but I should be sorry to lose him - but as yet, I have found nothing in which I could carry them.
On a slightly more positive note, I have spent several hours observing the habits of the peacocks on the lawn; to my astonishment, they actually sleep in the trees... in the trees...! And to think that I had absolutely no idea at all... they really are quite curious creatures indeed. I also had no idea that they eat a diet of seeds and other vegetation and reptiles... reptiles... very strange. They feed on the ground and then somehow - I cannot understand how, since their bodies look so heavy - they heave themselves up into the lowest branches of the trees surrounding the lawn to sleep. They wake easily though, and when they are disturbed they make that dreadful shrieking noise that they are only supposed to make when they are trying to attract a mate. For some reason, Pale Twilight peacocks seem to do it whenever someone invades their space. I think as long as I am very quiet, that I can effect an escape across the lawn after the sun has set.
Until I find something suitable to wear, and some sort of pack, however, I can do nothing. I am desperate to get out of Pale Twilight but a hasty, unplanned departure would only mean a prompt capture, and I intend to make sure that no one ever finds me.