Aura
I think we’re welcome here. We haven’t been hurt, and they give us food. I play with Hunaja as much as I can, but I know the captain is still wary. He doesn’t trust them.
I think they can be trusted.
We’ve been here a few days, and I never want to leave. It’s so free out here. The wind sounds so pretty when it goes through the trees.
The quill stopped, distracted. As if the words had summoned it, the wind was whistling through the tops of the trees. Beneath it was the now comforting sound of the two strangers talking, and the soft crackling of the fire. It was nearly Midwinter. The beastkins’ purring was also audible, only adding to the homely feel.
The snows came this month. It’s Early Winter, my favourite time. I was born in Midwinter, on the last day, when the snows were as deep as they’d ever been seen.
I wonder if other parts of the land have snow like we do.
We’ve been driven inside by the snow, and the wind. It’s so cold. The fire is kept going all day, but I haven’t been bored yet. The beastkins never seem to tire of playing with me.
Kura is still a little scary. I know she doesn’t trust the captain. I don’t know if she trusts me.
For a long time, the quill just rested on the page, unsure what to say. Slowly, it began writing again.
I think the only one she trusts is the man. She calls him Ali. He hasn’t told me a name, or the captain. I don’t know why.
He has scars on his arms. His right hand is always curled slightly, and it looks hard to use. Whatever caused them must have hurt, because sometimes I see him rubbing the scars, almost like they pain him still. It doesn’t seem to hinder him much.
Again, the quill paused, thinking.
They can’t be elves. The elves were all killed before I was born. My mother said they were all gone. But Ali and Kura have beastkins. I’m confused. The beastkins were supposed to be extinct.
Maybe Ali and Kura are the pair from the rumours. Maybe they haven’t always lived here, maybe they travelled.
I don’t know, and I don’t know how to ask them. I don’t want to ask the captain. He’ll just say that they’re not to be trusted, and we need to get away as soon as we can.
But he’s the only one who understands me, and can tell them what I want to ask.
This time, the quill was disturbed by a soft head. Hunaja’s purr filled the room, and the quill stayed still, its job done for now.

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Search for the Extinct [Last of Elves book 2]
AdventureSEQUEL TO BLOOD MEMORIES. Highly recommended to read that one first. It's been ten years since the burning of the last elf, and nothing has been seen of him since. Ten years since the ancient prophecy was fulfilled. Ten years since the land of Elsee...