Kitty's Journal 082 / 0119 Sometime in the night she awoke, feeling hot and uncomfortable.Kitty's Journal 082 / 0119 Sometime in the night she awoke, feeling hot and uncomfortable. The rain had stopped, but the humidity was oppressive as she crawled out from under Pendor's wing. She stood up and felt bones creak in places where she hadn't known she had places, much less bones. She wandered around, wondering when daylight was coming. She looked up and saw the approaching daylight, hours away, and sighed. As she walked, she kicked something; her knife, which she had dropped when she had shredded her clothes. She picked it up, looking at it closely for the first time. It was intricately engraved with a language that was unknown to her. She was examining the knife under the residual light when she heard the voice, a high-pitched yet guttural sound. |