Wings:
The last few days, most of a week, in fact, have been a blur. My fever has finally subsided, but I only remember most of it vaguely. I think Leashed-M visited me briefly and mainly talked about himself, which is not unusual. Someone cut some of my hair, too, for some reason. I also had a strange dream about green mists, a raven and a pale man. I protected the injured bird and he attacked me, everything else is a blur apart from someone crying about someone dying and being sorry and hoping for forgiveness.
On the last night of my fever I had a different dream, much nicer. I dreamed I floated above the city, looking down in the light of the full moon, everything was still and quiet, laced with silver. The distant lights of the Village, Krezk and various other settlements glimmered in the distance like clusters of fireflies. I felt elated, safe and strong. I hope I dream this dream again in the future. Sincew my fever broke everything seems so much clearer. Colors brighter, images sharper, details more easily noticed. I feel much better, possibly even better than before my illness.
Howl:
I’ve been researching Neuri lately in relation to the recent plague, seeing how they are made, what types there are and what hurts them. The most common by far seem to be Rat and Wolf-Neuri, rarer are the Bear-Neuri, and even rarer are the bizarre Raven-Neuri. Apparently all of these creatures are evil and monsterous save the Raven-Neuri. Hearing this has perked my interest. What are these beings that they escape the taint of other Neuri? I must learn all I can about them. I do recall finding something in the caves near the Village, something about the blood of a Raven-Neuri opening a portal to somewhere else. I know many outlanders would happily kill for such information and it would certainly explain the secretive nature of these beings. Red-Hunter and I had a long talk about the weave, he’s clearly not ready for the whole truth, but we all start at the beginning, I suppose.
Shadows:
I received a strange note during my sickness, a warning. Mother hunts me, apparently. Not really news, but good to know that there are other people out there keeping an eye on that creature. I hope she does come, I’ll show her something new. The last thing she’ll ever see.
